Back to The Marsden
So this week started off with a phone call from the appointments team, confirming my Urology appointment for Friday. It's that phone call that remind me of what happened to me this year. It's that phone call that suddenly makes me inwardly worry....... The reason why - it's back to The Marsden week. The week when I have to go back, have blood tests and whatever else they decide to do. It's the only time I really think about what has happened to me and the massive looming question of "What are the tests going to say" - hence the reasons behind my worry. So as usual - I rock up at The Marsden for my bloods after doing the school run and meet up with Gethyn - #ChemoFriend - in the bloods room. By change (only because he buggered his dates up), he's also back in today. So we have our bloods taken and we head off to the canteen for a breakfast and a bloody great catchup. I spoken via text over the past couple of months but today we got to properly ch