Still stunned from the first day’s revelation that the cancer may have metastasised I was told I had to have a Pet scan the next day. You can imagine the state I was in that evening.
German efficiency took over. The next morning, I was woken up at 6.30am, and half-asleep and clutching a packed lunch that was prepared by Tanya of the clinic’s kitchen, was whisked away in a very swish Mercedes taxi to the Paracelsus Hospital in Ruit. The taxi driver, Patrice, spoke very good English and apparently was going to see me through all the preparations for the Pet scan which was a relief as I didn’t even know what the German for Pet scan was.