I just got off the phone with my mum about her test results. She's awaiting surgery and needs some tests before a date can be confirmed.
Right now we don't know if its cancer but given the situation, the surgeon and nurse feel there is a high likelihood. Best operate now and deal with the illness fully.
How did we find out?
She went to a routine NHS colon screening check. One the NHS offers to people over a certain age to screen for bowel cancer. This is not a service that is mandatory. But thanks to this very screening the doctors and nurses we able to catch my mum's condition before she showed any out ward symptoms. They started treating her right away. A nurse has been checking up on my mum since.
We met with the nurse and surgeon last week to talk about what they found and the next steps.
I cannot praise the medical staff enough, they explained everything, answered our questions and immediately started booking the pre-surgery screenings.
Which is something I didn't think I'd ever be able to say, at least not when I was a great deal younger.
Not being OK, or partly broken was so much a part of who I am and was it's hard to separate it out. But now I look at my life and while its not perfect I'm OK. And I wonder does it still define who I am now? So much so that when something good happens, a part of me is always waiting for the bad to follow. Because deep down I don't think it can last. History has shown me otherwise, or is that just self fulfilling prophecy or worse some sort of warped coping mechanism.
I don't really have the answer.
However questions remain, more so because when I encountered others that have shared this kindred path of being so disconnected from life that you are fatalistic in all your outlooks. You know how to recognise it. And I think do they see it in me? Do I wear it like a badge or am I now normal?
The silence is over, and it is OK, I've not been on a diet.
The summer is here and that means time for more gelato.
I had the pleasure of going for a Thames walk the other day with my friend Jo. While we may of had cake for dinner (it was scrumptious) I couldn't resist popping into the Gelateria 3BIS in London's famous Borough Market.
One of the best parts of this little shop is that it's open until 11pm, so there is no excuse not to give it a try. I used to go here when I worked in London Bridge, with the market buzz the queues could be rather long, but the staff are efficient and sort you out very fast. So if you do head down try a weekday evening after the main market has shut for the day. They have a decent amount of tables to sit at and enjoy your purchase and the river a hop away if you fancy a stroll.
On to the main event, I had a Kinder Bueno and Raspberry, not one of my best combination choices. Each worked well on their own but didn't really compliment e…