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Timing Is Everything And Sometimes We Get It Wrong.

When champagne is the order of the day, being in the right place at the wrong time doesn’t matter.

Author’s image of herself in a lovely pink hat, after going to see her oncologist for the final time, in September 2013. It was the end of her cancer treatment, and she celebrated with champagne.

September 2013 was definitely a month that needed getting my timing right.

Before my six-monthly cancer follow-up with the oncologist, I had a series of special blood tests and then an MRI, with dye pumping into my arm while the scanning was happening.

These intrusive procedures were done in the right sequence, so the reports were ready for my meeting with Dr Ng. With a sore “mousing” finger, I grabbed a referral from my GP and had an X-Ray done at the same time, so my oncologist could check that out, too.

Having had cancer, you do get a little paranoid from time to time.

Dressed to the nines.

On the day, I dressed to the nines in a cream suit and a fabulous pink hat and looked lovely. The scan was clear; the world was bright, and I left the clinic in Subiaco with a clean bill of health from my oncologist. I did not have to see her again.