Wednesday, 9 November 2011

It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings

Just before Dr Jimmy lopped off my starboard berry, my hormone marker was a certain-death 14,638. Just before I started chemotherapy, Dr Karmen took another blood sample to see how effective the surgery had been on it's own.

Today's nurse flicked the readout onto my horizontal chest, face-down, with the precision of a casino croupier. I nervously lifted one corner. The important number was in red - 324. Woo hoo! It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings. My eyes darted around the clinic. Thankfully, it was the big nurse's day off.


  1. Woo hoo indeed!!!! That is brilliant news.

    I'm also staying off SingStar until you get the all clear. Wouldn't want to jinx anything!

  2. Good News!!!!
    Is your testorone level down to mere mortal levels now too? Des used to say (alot) Your blood was 90% testosterone.

  3. Blimey mate thats what I call a "hormongous" decrease - sorry! By my quick calculations approx a drop of 99.97787%; if you carry on like that then big nurse will be injecting you with hormone's - now that would be worth a photo ;-)

  4. You beaut!