Ah, home (but which one?)

Back up to our second home from home, the Premier Inn, Earls Court and its great staff.  Check in far earlier than is allowed which is great as we can relax.  We head out to Tower Bridge and I take piccies of good old Shaun the Sheep who’s set up home there at the Tower.





By the time we head down to dinner, I’m already dog tired but gamefully manage to down a gin and tonic before dinner, plus a small glass of red during! Not long after we’ve eaten, the fatigue gets the better of me so I have to head back to our room, ready for bath and bed before my head hits the table like it did once before.

London today is beautiful – a bright sunny spring day which certainly seems to put a smile on the public’s face for once!  Our trip to the imaging department at RM goes completely to plan; straight in, cannula inserted and then in for the scan.  Nice to have another date with my Stargate friend …. 



Leaving the building down the iconic steps seen so often on tv, we spot a vacant taxi, which has also clocked us and hailed it.  In less than ten minutes, we are back at Victoria Station and onto a home-bound train  home sweet home, until we return in 10 days’s time for the results – the one part I hate with a passion.

Much as we try and make the best of our trips to the Marsden, enjoying the “couple time” we get, it’s always so nice to get home again!

Back in Lenny Henry's bed!!

So here we are, back up in Earl’s Court, ready for CT scan tomorrow at the Royal Marsden.  It doesn’t seem five minutes since we were last here.

Kev certainly got straight back into the swing of things by rapping at least two lots of ankles – well if you stand in the middle of a busy Underground looking gormless, it’s bound to happen!

Getting the results of scans are one of the things I hate most about all this crap.  Sitting there waiting for your consultant to come in, with either encouraging news or not, as the case may be.  We;ve been lucky in that virtually all our news following scans have been positive but there will come a day when the news won't be so good and we have to be prepared for that.  Until then, I'll sit on the edge of my chair, like a naughty schoolgirl, waiting for the bearer of good/bad news to come through the door ......

 

Anyway, relaxing now in Lennie Henry’s bed before heading down for a welcome Happy Hour and dinner ……

Kev's Planet

This time last year, Kev was a Facebook novice; he’d be the first to admit he had virtually no idea what he was doing when he logged onto his account which we set up for him! Then, during the spring when we discovered I had cancer, he was inundated with family and friends all wanting to know the up to date situation and he decided the easiest way to do this was to post regularly on his Facebook page.

All through the long summer months when we were travelling up to London three weeks out of every four for my treatments, Kev continued to update everyone via FB with his witty, sometimes irreverent and always honest opinions and thoughts until I suggested that he should start his own blog. After all, what he was doing already was blogging and it needed its own platform. So www.kevsplanet.com was created and now Kev has an outlet for his thoughts and opinions, which I think he finds cathartic at the very least. He’s quickly got the hang (almost) of the WordPress set up and spends a lot of his time tapping away on his laptop and I’m so pleased he’s found a way to express himself which he can also share with others, particularly his love of cooking.

With our return to London this week again, I’m sure Kev will have plenty to blog about as we enter a new phase in our battle against this awful disease which has torn shreds out of our family.  Hope you’ll come along the ride …..