Well, here I am, having a lovely relaxing time on a Greek Island. Or I was.
We've met up with some lovely people and socialised with them at lunch times and in the evenings. One really nice chap that we've really got on well with is a dermatologist and at the end of lunch today, as people were leaving, he came to sit beside me and asked if he could have a word. Then proceeded to, very gently, suggest that I make an appointment to see my GP as soon as I get home and ask for a referral to see a dermatologist. He believes (and yes he did examine it) that the red patch on the end of my nose is a Basal Cell Carcinoma that needs immediate treatment. He said he hadn't wanted to spoil my holiday, but he also didn't want to risk going home without saying anything.
Well, I am in fact very grateful - and in truth I had been wondering about my red nose tip, but now I have another week before I can do anything about it. After last year's cancer scare I feel well equipped to deal with this, but I am pretty frustrated that as someone who has NEVER sunbathed I get a cancer (if of course the diagnosis is correct) that's linked to sun exposure!
To go through chemo therapy or choose not to?
The King is to resume some duties.
Alison Hammond waxwork. Is it a joke?