I’ve just seen the oncology team and they told me my CT scan of my bowel is clear, so no infections. Phew! Just in case of anything missed, I’m still on intravenous antibiotics. I’ll be in here one more night for monitoring and then another white cell count in the morning. If the wee baby blood cells are learning to walk and talk and kill, then I’ll be released by lunchtime.
On the plus side, I was supposed to get a CT scan next week to see if the pesky cancer went to my lungs. The amazingly efficient radiographer spotted this appointment and just did it today along with the scan of my tummy. The NHS at its efficient best! The nurse told me not to tell anyone, lest their bad rep be ruined forever. The even better news than this is that the scan of my lungs showed zero metastised cancer. Toot fricking toot!! One massive worry removed. I really can’t imagine why I have an upset tummy ; p
And bonus points for the rather wonderful side effects from the contrast dye at the CT scan. As the dye pumped, I got the most incredible sensation of warmth as if slowly sipping a wee dram of whisky. All over my body. Thus claiming the prize for ‘awesomest side effect ever.’