Just back from the hospital and official cancer check-up #2. The doc's were running late so I had to endure a 90 minute wait in a sweltering waiting room hoachin' with OAP's.Just like during my cancer treatment, I was the youngest in there by atleast 20 years, and I'm no spring chicken! Is this a sign of what we can all expect in old age - if it doesn't get you when you're young it'll come knockin' when you're about to enjoy your retirement - I hope I'm wrong.
Anyhoo, sacrificed the usual claret which had been analysed by the time I was summoned to see the doc. Another junior, I haven't seen my specialist since the 'all clear'. He gave me a quick 'once over' and whipped around my glands (oooer missus). My bloods were normal and I left with another all clear, 'fine figure of a man, you're never 43', etc, etc...........
Next check-up in September. Back to the painting........
......and the golf!!
