So, now was D Day (or C Day)
My appointment was for 3;11. I loved the fact that my consultant was so precise. I reckon he shares my OCD.
I woke up early and played my Play Station 3 (Gran Torismo Fact fans) I was now thinking that I better try and finish it before I might die. Although with my lack of skill I would have to be 180 before I finish the damn thing anyway (Should that have been in brackets???)
I went to see my mum who was now out of hospital. To be honest, I could not sit still. I HAD TO KEEP ON THE MOVE. I wanted to hear the consultant say ‘ Mr Harper, you have a cyst. Now sod off and let me deal with people that are ill’
On the way back from my Mum’s , I got a phone call from BBC London. Just being brief, I am a bit of a talking head about South East London and the lack of crossings to the North side of the river (http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=270432323947
They asked me if I could talk about the new proposed river crossings. I said that I had an appointment at 3;11 but all would be fine.
So….. I walked the 20 minute walk to Queen Elizabeth Hospital….
I felt fine. Still felt nervous though.
Went to Macmillan Brook outpatients
All the seats are comfy. Sofas and armchairs.
Really laid back.
My name was called
Sigh “Call me Doug please”.
I went in the room
The door was closed
The consultant was next to me
A nurse called Sarah (more of her in a later blog) was sitting behind us on a couch
The consultant said ‘ Hello Mr Harper, we have the results of your tests and I am afraid that you have cancer’ CANCER.
The word went around my head
CANCER CANCER CANCER CANCER
The last word you want to hear.
I was in the room for 5 minutes and the consultant said a lot but I heard nothing except CANCER CANCER CANCER CANCER.
It is possibly the most taboo word in the English dictionary.
I walked out of the hospital and wondered how I was going to tell SJ and my kids and my Mum.
I rang SJ and told her. I found out later that she cried her eyes out.
I then rang my ex wife so she could tell my four daughters and they cried their eyes out as well.
I then did the worse interview on radio that I have ever done in my life.
At the end I told the bloke that interviewed me that I was sorry about the interview, but I had just found out that I had CANCER.
I think it was a good enough excuse
Oh yeah and me 50th birthday was on the 15th of Jan