Well, that was a bit unexpected

Fuck.

That just about sums it up really.

Today my life was turned upside down.

Those that know me will remember that I have had a bad knee for the past x months. I know, I know, I should have gone to the doctor sooner, but that’s water under the bridge now and doesn’t help any. So stop going on about it.

I went for an Xray about 10 days ago and was slightly surprised to receive a phonecall from the hospital last Friday, asking when I could attend for an MRI scan. Could I come on Monday, asked the nice lady, as my GP had asked for an urgent scan. I had no word from my GP about the Xray results so was a little worried. I should add here that I am a complete namby-pamby when it comes to anything medical, especially needles and especially when they’re stuck into me. So of course I got all worked up over the weekend. Monday came, I spent 30 minutes inside a noisy washing machine on steroids and was told the results would be with my GP in about a week. Imagine my surprise when my GP rang this lunchtime. Could she see me about the scan result? Now? So off I went to see her.

We sat down and her face was, shall we say, severe. “I’ve had your scan results,” says she, “and I’m afraid it’s not looking very good.”

Imagine my reaction, if you will.

I have a tumour on the end of my femur. Quite possibly malignant. But no-one knows until I’ve had a biopsy. So I’ve been referred to the Nuffield hospital in Oxford for specialist treatment and will be seen within two weeks. So I intend to update anyone that cares to read about this as much as I can over the next few weeks and months using this blog. I filled it with banal crap in the past so the content from now on should be a little more profound. Fasten your seatbelts.
So, whatever your persuasion please (delete as appropriate) think about/pray for/meditate/generate positive vibes in my general direction.

I repeat: fuck.