" If I were a rich man"

Oops, wrong movie, that's Fiddler On The Roof.
But then again I'm on my dex again so maybe relevant....lol.
Today at the day case ward for my Velcade was uplifting. Not only was it on the second floor, I learned that the treatment only takes 3 seconds once they have set up the cannula and best of all I overheard a nurse say " these must be the wrong notes...he's never 55 yrs old!" She took loads of persuading over a good few seconds before she believed the Sister....lol.
I can feel a trip to Thorntons coming on before my next appointment.
On a more serious note, I'm relieved that finally I'm on treatment again and I'm very thankful that the staff have assured me they will do their level best to get me out and back to work quickly whenever they can.....bless them xx.
I got to see Dr.SB again unexpectedly because no consent form had been done for the Velcade, and apparently they can't kill me without permission (and I am quoting the Matron here). He appeared pleased to see me and asked how the haematuria was, (notice he used the technical term when he spoke to me...polishing nails on lapel.....lol), and then nearly fell off his chair laughing when I quoted an article that had put my mind at rest, that Lorna had found on the trusty Internet. It was in relation to the blood in urine problem, but was written by a VET. I tried to explain that we are all animals, but he just kept laughing for some reason.

Mike .

A tin roof, a sunny day and a cat.

That's me up there with it. Now I've heard of people who clean (some of them fanatically) when nervous, me I sit and try to occupy my brain and check my phone every 10 seconds, just in case I have a message. Yep, Mike is at the hospital having his treatment. I'm sure as the weeks go by things will settle down for me, I'll know how long it takes and how Mike is going to react. But today I am staring into the great unknown and that makes me really jumpy. I'll post again later when I know more.