Holding Court
The prof is an early riser and he comes to give my neck the once over, say g’day and then he’s off on his merry way. He’s pretty happy with how things are looking and says my elephant-man style [Read More]
Farewell Thyroid
It’s an early start. We have our “consultation” with the Prof at 7am in his surgery. To be honest, I always approach him with both awe and trepidation, awe, because he’s so well respected in his [Read More]
Sport for the Soul
I should have been heading off to the airport this morning but instead I go to the gym. Every cloud has a silver lining! I’m all fired up to do my favourite class Basic Training, but my regular [Read More]
It’s Times Like These We Learn to Live Again…
I woke up uber early as I’m wont to do on weekends. I must train my body clock better so that it can differentiate better between weekdays and weekends! I went through the usual motions of drinking [Read More]
Freaky Friday
I woke up in the middle of the night last night thinking lots of what if’s. What if the prof says I can still go on holiday? What if I can’t? What if I have to have surgery? What if I don’t ? What if [Read More]
Not Hairy Nice
Still waiting with bated breath for the biopsy results but they haven’t arrived by late afternoon so undeterred off I go for my holiday highlights at the hairdressers. While I’m under the heat lamp [Read More]
The Human Pin Cushion
It was Labour Day on Monday 3rd so the first available biopsy appointment wasn’t until Tuesday 4th. That was the longest long weekend ever. Still, we tried not to think about the looming long needles [Read More]
The curveball
The good thing about seeing the “Prof” is that he only works in the mornings so I always get a day off when I go to see him. He’s a punctual fellow so we have enough time to have a little reunion with [Read More]
