And breathe……..

About three months ago (just as I had that 60-10 birthday, I  had a call from a lung screening programme who after a lot of questions told me I was eligible for a CT scan. It was today. I have been anxious for days, and those who know me well will probably be surprised by the levels of anxiety I seem to have developed over the last year or so. This was threefold. The hospital is in Dover, a horrible journey if there are any hold ups at the docks, which are many at this time of year. The scan itself, I’ve never had one but that MRI last year was just awful, and that’s all I had to go on. Then the journey home. 

All the way there, I thought of Aimee, told myself to ‘man up’, if she can go through all that she is, one simple drive and ct scan is nothing! Traffic was fine, and I was early! The hospital is small but clean and with lovely staff, and is much improved since the last visit I had there with B. No waiting, and the scan was so easy! I thought that was it, but no, I was now to be seen in clinic. Apparently, this screening has only been available in my area since late 2022, but is being rolled out nationally, and will eventually be standard, like breast screening. Wayne was very kind when I wobbled, realising that if it had been available in 2020 when the programme began in Brompton, B’s cancers would have been picked up and he would have had longer. 
Wayne took my blood pressure - bit high, weight - too fat and height - I have shrunk! A whole inch and a quarter. I do not like this getting old thing!
I just wait for results now. 
Traffic had built up around the town and the satnav took me across country, 10 miles of single track lanes, but only met a couple of cars, and close to farm gates. 
As I got to Hythe I stopped off at Waitrose for a few bits and a coffee. While there, I bumped into Simon M - Jenny, he sends his love.