I was thinking that yesterday's check-up, the first in three months, might not be quite so encouraging as previous ones had been.
In the event it was probably slightly worse than I had anticipated.
The groin strain that I had started to notice about ten days ago is likely to be cancer cells in my pelvic bone according to my new consultant ... but this can be treated by radiotherapy with a view to maintaining the "quality of life".
My PSA reading according to my last bloodtest is now just over 30.
The small lump in my neck may be malignant ... but there are drugs that should be able to knock it back for three or four months.
So, it was more of a triple whammy than a double.
Still, all is not lost and the next move is to have a CT scan to see how far those cheeky little cancer cells have got and then I [or more likely the doctor] can decide whether I have some radiotherapy and/or some more drugs or adopt a 'wait and see' policy ... and then have some radiotherapy and/or some more drugs.
So although I'm hobbling a bit at present I am still making the most of life and I was still able to pose for a photo after yesterday's 'bringing you back to earth with a bang' session ...
There was some good news though. When we went into the Cavendish Suite a good number of the nurses and staff remembered us and showed us the attention, courtesy and care they have showed us thus far ...
... and the bacon rolls and coffee Jamie and I had afterwards were very enjoyable [though I did think Jamie having two bacon rolls was rather excessive].