Hey I don't have cancer

The cats are fine now, and that's the important thing.

It was a year ago today that I had an operation to remove a growth from my right kidney. They didn't know for sure that it was cancer although they definitely suspected it, and after the biopsy a few weeks later it turns out they were right. The cancer was small, luckily and produced no symptoms at all - they only found it because I had a CAT scan for something else.

I just got the results of my follow-up CAT scan and there was nothing to report. Yay. Actually the scan was a couple of months ago, and when I didn't hear back from my doctor I assumed everything was fine, but I was still nervous about actually asking for the results. But since it was the one-year anniversary of that unpleasant event, I figured I might as well remove all doubt.

I got the first bad CAT scan results a month and a half before the operation and you couldn't say I took the news with fortitude and grace. I got the news by phone from my endocrinologist while I was at work and I went home and cried my head off. I reacted so badly it upset my cat Miss Willow and I ended up taking her to the vet to find out what was wrong - nothing was wrong, but the vet suggested that my displays of anguish were making her sick. Poor Miss Willow. She's fine now.

It should be noted I did not miss a single day of blogging the week of my operation, which included a single overnight stay at the hospital. You can blog in advance and just set the time of posting for later, I didn't blog from my hospital bed. Although I did email and text from my hospital bed, I'm not a Luddite.