Happy Holidays! Bloody scans.....
Once again I’m writing this on a plane. Listening to Paul Oakenfold and approaching William Lake in Canada according to the interactive flight map. Its Sunday and I’m en-route to Palo Alto, California where we have an office. The airport was full of holiday makers which isn’t unreasonable given it’s August! Very randomly one of my best friends was also in the airport at the same time but sadly I had just got the transit to my gate when I got the call to say she was there. Another time maybe Claire! I have to admit, I was a little deflated following the previous scan. I know I shouldn’t have been given the news could have been much, much worse, but my head was in a different place. This has happened to me before (when I had my first lumpectomy and was then told they didn’t have clear margins), so I should have learnt my lesson then and realised that life is never that simple. But you see, the thing is, I thought that was to be my last scan if things hadn’t changed. The lung no...