Back at the hospital yesterday.
FL's M-spike has risen slightly to 1.6
This is the kappa/lambda ratio which measures the activity of his Multiple Myeloma.
It is a small rise so the doctors are calm. I am calm. FL is not calm. He says he doesn't want to relapse. Err well, that's obvious honey! But he is determined that any further loss of his quality of life would be unacceptable. All or nothing, that's my FL!
But for now he is feeling well. My concern is that if his mood plummets so will his health.
On a lighter note... I made a complete fool of myself in the waiting room. No, it was worse than that.
A young woman with no hair asked me if I had change of £1. I was just about to open a bottle of diet pepsi, so I put it down on the arm of my chair while I reached for my bag. You can feel it coming can't you...? So, yes, I knocked the bottle onto the adjacent chair, where it bounced and EXPLODED! Diet pepsi fizzing and spraying all over the waiting room: fragile old ladies, grumpy old men, attendant nieces, daughters, children. All over everyone and everywhere.
Absolute total mortification.
FL, the young woman and I set about the cleaning process with paper towels. I went to reception to ask for a mop, but the cleaners lock the cupboard (?!). So the floor remained somewhat sticky. As someone remarked, it certainly gave everyone something to talk about. Why did it have to be me?!
I met the bald young woman later in the pharmacy. "Get away from me with that coke!" she shrieked, and then we both fell about laughing while the pharmacists gawped at us. At least I have a new friend out of all this.