Good Evemorning,

Today was PET Scan Tuesday.

I woke at 6 to mys usual routine, 20 minutes of Raja Yoga (for those who don't know its an holistic approach to healing which synchronizes the physiological system as a whole as well as transforming all spheres (physical, mental, emotional, intellectual, occupational, social and spiritual) of human existence), followed by 15 minutes of weight training, an invigorating cold shower and then a bowl of home made breakfast muesli (recipe later) and a cup of Japaneses Sencha (obviously not using boiling water so as not to burn the delicate anti-oxidants) whilst listening to .......... bollox - no-one believes this - I got up emptied my bursting bladder, put the kettle on to make a cup of instant coffee and sparked up a fag.

For today was PET Scan Tuesday.

This meant that I could not eat or drink until 15:30 - when the process would be finished. I could have nothing food water and pain pills from 6 hours before 13.30. Later, but not much, the sizzling senstaion of fried black pudding, eggs, bacon and bread seeped through the house as Dad cooked his breakfast - just shy of 77 and fried breakfast every day - now there is a ponder. I escaped upstairs to Flashman - yet another novel I bought for hospital which I am devouring.

A few hours later - off to the Churchill, Oxford because today is PET Scan Tuesday.

Arrival at the Churchill for my 13.30 appointment are shown to the state of thart NHS trailer which contains the PET Scan machine - told to wait 30 minutes and then off we go. Am injected with some radioactive subsatnce told to keep away from pregnaant women and small children for at least 8 hours and to lay back, think of England and relax. I asked if I could read, or listen to music or play nintendo killing WWII enemies - "oh no sir - we just want you to relax" - My response was less than sympathetic - "So rather than distract myself with a good book - I should sit hear pondering wether or not the reason why I am laying here for 50 minutes is to find out if my body is riddled with cancer - very relaxing." That went down well and funnilty enough the answer was rather bland.

Ever tried nopt to move for 40 minute - not even a bit - - bloody difficult. Good job I am not claustrophobic - anybody who has undergone similar wil understand.

Anyway - obvioulsy at home now and will be waiting for results next Monday - have some friends visiting after Dad and Coral leave on Thursday. Looking forward to Rugby on Saturday.

Take care all.

And remember

Length multiplied by width mutiplide by height speaks volumes