Monday 2nd December
Have just returned from a long day trip to Exeter.
I had an appointment at the dressings clinic, to see whether the drain in my leg was ready to be removed ~ no, not yet, as I’m still losing too much fluid. So plastic bag changed, and the site cleaned up.
Hmmm, another week of dangly bag between knees!
There was also a Macmillan nurse there who had a printout of my results, following the groin dissection three weeks ago: of the four further nodes removed, only one more contained melanoma, and that was ‘encapsulated’, no spread to the surrounding tissue which had also been removed. Three out of six, in total.
Does that sound good, or maybe OK?
She then spoke for a bit about the Combi-Ad drugs trial, I have been offered.
My wonderful plastic surgeon, who was conducting his own clinic, then popped his head round the corner, to say hello and check the wound, scar, red bruising, hot feeling, wooden thigh, that I now seem to possess! All seems normal, he’s happy with the progress being made, and will now refer me on to an oncologist, where I will find out more about the trial.
So, all in all, not a wonderful day, but not dreadful either.