Good News

A couple of weeks ago, Phil went for his annual diabetes test which involved an early morning wee sample and bloods; many of them, and whilst they were at it, we asked for a PSA blood test.  It made sense when he was having so much blood taken for various tests.   The cancer consultant, who is rubbish by the way, told us there was no need to be tested until March but we needed to know what the score was, or to be more specific, I needed to know what what happening, so we insisted on the PSA.  Luckily the surgery acommodated us. We are not alone, Dave and Janet from the canal boat who we met at the hospital demanded the same and I was delighted to get phone call a few weeks back to say that Dave's PSA count came back at 0.3.

This morning, we went to Newport Medical Centre to get Phil's results.  The diabetes nurse was crap and the clinic itself was so inefficent  that I almost walked out, but we waited, literally with bated breath for Phil's blood results and I managed to hold my temper for Phil's sake.  The nurse took her time to see us, but the results, when we got them were great.   Phil's diabetes is under 7, still high, but still under control; his colestoreol is high, as is his blood pressure ,but his PSA level came in at 0.9.  This probably won't meant much to any of you but when he was diagnosed his PSA was 7.5.  I got it down to 5.5 with the prostrate diet but a reading of 0.9 gives us some indication that the radiotherapy has woked.  We are over-the-moon.   Of course, Phil is not out of woods quite yet, not until his appointment with the consultant in March with yet more PSA tests and an MRI to confirm that his cancer hasn't spread.

Today has been a happy one, and I suppose for me, the lesson of the day is that you can live (happily) in a caravan and have all the money in the world in the bank.  But if you don't have good health, then put, quite simply, you don't have a frigging thing.

One life my friends, live it for today and live it well.