Six years on.

My title says six years on, whereas actually it is coming up to 7 years in February 2012 when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. Normally a period of 5 years is the norm when having follow up appointments with surgeons and oncologists but my cancer was fast growing and aggresive so I have ten years backwards and forwards to the hospital for appointments. I also see my GP inbetween so that he can keep an eye on my health, his request, so last week I saw him for my check up and this morning I had to go into the surgery for a fasting blood test, ECG and urine tests. Unfortunately, even though 6 and a half years have gone by the veins in my arms are still not good and the nurse could not get any blood out of me, despite trying twice. She called the doctor in, he had a go, even pumping my arm up with a blood pressure monitor a little way but still no joy. He told me to make sure I attend the surgery when I next go wrapped up warm and to drink a pint of water beforehand which apparently makes getting the blood easier, I shall believe that when I see it! So next Friday I have to go again to see a phlebotomist and hope that she can get blood from a stone so to speak, failing that Doctor Wonderful, or Doctor Nightingale as he is better known (Doctor Wonderful is my daughter in laws name for him!) will be called in and hopefully he will succeed if all others fail, he has done so far! My urine test was fine, I presume my ECG was too, nothing was said in the negative about it, but I could have had them done anytime of the day, I got up especially early this morning for my fasting blood test which did not happen, oh well thats me hungry again next week! Six years on, you would think my veins would have righted themselves now, I presumed they might, but apparently not. What a pain.