Not much to report today. Just two things.
Firstly, last Wednesday I visited the dermatology department at The Royal Hallamshire Hospital. The earlier biopsy had produced the unsurprising conclusion that the red thing on my back is/was a basal cell skin cancer. There were two ways in which I could proceed. Either have special cream applied to the area every night for six weeks or go for something called cryotherapy. As I can't even reach the red thing, I couldn't have applied the cancer killing cream myself.
Logically, I picked the cryotherapy option whereupon the beautiful Asian doctor targeted my back with two long blasts of liquid nitrogen from a stainless steel canister. It was a little uncomfortable but not at all painful for a rough tough Yorkshireman like me. Did I have any questions? Yes. I wanted to know if the wound would bleed. She assured me it wouldn't.
|Plenty of zoom to get this long distance view of the city centre|
However, the wound has indeed leaked as I feared - a mixture of blood and clear plasma as my body attempts its natural healing process. Shirts and sheets have been sullied by the leakage but I think it's gradually getting better. Sorry there are no photographs of the staining to share! I have to return to the hospital in May to check that all is well.
Secondly, I managed to get out into the nearby countryside for a short walk yesterday afternoon before watching England thrash Italy in the Six Nations rugby international via our television set. Are you reading this post Maria in Verona? The pictures that accompany this post were all taken on the walk - just a five minute drive from this
luxury mansion... castle, hovel.