On Friday, I took Marcia over to Hinchinbrooke for a second try at her CT scan. This time, they had got the steriod jab that protects against the effects of iodine allergy (and apparently it took four days to get), so all went along fine.
The radiologist was also disgusted to hear that the surgeon had cancelled the operation, and spent some time on the phone to the surgeon's secretary trying to persuade her to get it reinstated: no luck so far, though.
As we were about to leave, he came back and asked if he could try an ultrasound scan on Marcia, because he'd seen something slightly odd on the scans. It turned out, alas, to be a false alarm; whatever he'd seen wasn't a gallstone hiding in a difficult-to-observe place, which is what he'd suspected. But he's definitely for us in our battle with the British medical system.
Two steps forward, I guess...
The radiologist was also disgusted to hear that the surgeon had cancelled the operation, and spent some time on the phone to the surgeon's secretary trying to persuade her to get it reinstated: no luck so far, though.
As we were about to leave, he came back and asked if he could try an ultrasound scan on Marcia, because he'd seen something slightly odd on the scans. It turned out, alas, to be a false alarm; whatever he'd seen wasn't a gallstone hiding in a difficult-to-observe place, which is what he'd suspected. But he's definitely for us in our battle with the British medical system.
Two steps forward, I guess...