Diagnosis Day

On way to hospital. I think it's not really serious, this is just going to turn out to be an infection isn't it? I've probably just been getting to worked up.

See surgeon quite quickly - Mr Royle this time. Straight to the point - it's true. It's Hodgkins Lymphoma. He hasn't got much more to say about it, says it's quite treatable. He's made an appointment for Monday with Dr Davies the Oncologist. The answer to most questions is you'll find out on Monday. Otherwise I just ask about the operation wound. He's quite happy it's healing well. I can get back to normal, get it wet, do what I like. Zapcat next week.

Went straight home afterwards, can't really go back with this on my mind. Sent a text to Sam to say I was here, she's out with the boys. She phoned back later and asked how it went, I said it was all fine I'd explain it all later -I can't tell her on the phone. When she gets back home I have to tell her the full news, not even straight away I have to wait until the boys disappear. She's very upset, of course, this is a real shock. I have to keep a brave face so that she does break down.

Do some homework. Looks like Hodgkins is not as bad as it could be - better than NHL:

https://www.lymphomas.org.uk/

Brenda is texting lke mad (from Italy) to find out how it went. So I have to get the phone out. But I have to speak to my mum first. I also need to brief Lynda because I know she will get grilled.
Spend most of the evening telling the family - no secrets now. We're no longer speaking in code. I do feel a lot better about this.

Today is 20th anniversary of the Hillsborough disaster. These guys didn't stand a chance - hardly knew what was happening. How can I feel it's not fair on me? Bad things happen to good people all the time. We just have to do what's in our power to make it right. I can get through this.