Dr B, the Scan Man

Stevie Turner, Indie Author.

Today’s the day I know that sleep will be evading me tonight.  It happens every 3 months, regular as clockwork.  There is no escape from it, but once it’s done I can hopefully forget about it until the next one is due.

Yes, it’s the good old ultrasound scan.  It’s a bit like I have a Sword of Damocles hanging over my head, or rather pointing towards my neck.  One never knows if the next scan will bring good or bad news.  The last scan in August was clear, so I’ve got all fingers and toes crossed for the one tomorrow.  There’s only one more treatment option available to me if the radiotherapy fails, which will bring with it a whole host of side-effects.  I desperately hope it’s not going to be needed.

My mother had to undergo a similar 30 session radiotherapy treatment for uterine cancer back in 1984…

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