The Most Painless Trip

I think I had the least painful trip to Oxford that I could have possibly had, today.

We got there a few minutes late - despite learning the route, you still can't account for traffic, etc - but the receptionist told me the clinic was probably behind anyway, so I took a seat.

Within a minute I was being called in (compared to the normal 20-40 min wait) and within 5 minutes of going through, the doctor came in. Wowzers.

We had a chat.. partly about how I'd been coping, and partly about my imminent departure back to the USA. He said as far as the cancer went, I had no reason to worry - he asked if my shaving patterns, libido, weight etc had all stabilized, and I told him yes - he even remarked on how much weight I'd lost since coming in last (all good weight loss: been trying really hard for the past month). He also suggested we make another appointment for June, and if I'm still in the country, to come by for more surveillance. If not, he'll pass all the info to whoever in the USA needs it.. not sure who that would be, but we'll see.

After that, I just had to give blood again (mum took a waiting number ticket thing, and I came out just before it was called! The phlebotomist took blood on her first try - a first, for me, ever!), and have a chest x-ray (5 minute wait, then the x-ray took about 12 seconds), then I was gone. And a nice sunny day to go for a drive, too.

So all in all, I'm happy with the way things are going. Our visa petition got approved, and we'll get the interview booked soon. I'm down 23lbs on when I started, and I'm making the most of the sunny weather and going for almost-daily walks. My Canadian uncle is visiting soon, so hopefully I'll get to see most of the family together before I leave the UK again.

I'd say things are going pretty well.

But not so well that something ironically bad has to happen, okay, fate? Good.