Multiple surgeries, one failed biopsy, the heatwave from Hell- and I’m still here

 It has been dire, it has been tough, but nobody has succeeded in killing me off-yet.

I had the non-working portacath removed after I posted last, and discovered that the moron who inserted it put the catheter too far up the vein in my neck- and twisted the rest of the device so that it never worked properly. So a vascular surgeon had to remove it. Sedation? No-a local. Did my eyes ever water! A week later a new one was inserted. Properly this time! Any sedation! Only a local. They like to see patients cry.

To add insult to injury: they gave me two weeks to recover (only one last time) and decided to do the biopsy that was supposed to have been done in December. Slow, or what? And the doctor who performed the biopsy missed the nodule completely. The thing was the size of a dinner plate- and she missed it (okay, a small dinner plate!). I could have leaned over and done it myself.

This doesn't quite bring you up to date- there is plenty to add- but I’ve borrowed this iPad to just let you know that, despite their best efforts, the cancer people haven’t managed to kill me off yet. My incredibly supportive friend and I are off to see the new  Jurassic Park. I'll probably recognise some dinosaurs (they’re called doctors and nurses).