Cancer 174

My treatment starts on Tuesday. My bloods are all fine, the cancer marker has increased slightly.

I still don’t know the outcome of my scan, but if it reflects the look and feelings of my abdomen and bowels then alarm bells will ring. My abdomen is even more misshapen than usual, my innards feel like they are being churned in a concrete mixer, even the urinary side is giving some gip (gyp, jyp, jip – there are some words I have never seen written down). I have had to take Tramadol. I don’t know if and how it all relates to the cancer but I suppose I will find out in a couple of weeks.

It is the middle of the night and I am watching On the Beach. Yes, there is an analogy between the time the characters have left and the growth of cancers.

Despite visiting the hospital three times last week I had a good writing week. I finished a draft of the history of Wingfield Manor. It is only short – very short – but it is difficult getting information from the 15th Century. I don’t have a publisher yet but we will see. I plan to finish the draft of the other non-fictiom book next week. Then it will be the turn of finishing the draft of the novel. I don’t have time to die just yet so let’s hope this abdomen sorts itself out.