Yesterday was an utter bore. I spent the morning in the Christie having my renal function tested. To be fair, I didn’t actually have to stay there but as the taxi there and back is £18 coming home between different stages of the testing wasn’t an option.
Just before 10.00 they took a blood test then injected me with a mildly radioactive liquid. After two hours they took a further blood sample and two hours later a third one. Analysis of these samples should show how well my kidneys flushed out the stuff they injected me with and therefore what form of chemotherapy my system can tolerate.
I gather that fluid intake is important so I drank lots of coffee then as it got hotter and hotter in there I changed to water. By the time I left at two in the afternoon I was peeing for Britain.
I wrote earlier about what is currently my five year survival rate of 50% and speculated on how general factors of age and fitness could help push one into the right half of that statistic & yesterday as I observed other people coming and going I had the unworthy thought that most of them sounded much older and frailer than me. Just how selfish can one get!
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