I have a really good friend (well just the one then) who has recently gone through very invasive 2 hour long surgery.

He was going along very happily and then got sick, saw a doctor and they found a large growth deep in his bowel.

That's the medical term. He described it as having the sh*ts for 3 days and feeling like total cr*p. Luckily he was with BUPA (I'm not, so that's me F*cked in the same situation) BUT for once it's not about me (isn't it? ARE you sure?) Oh damn those voices in my head.

Any old how. We all waited with baited breath. His Doctor (or Probably Professor) wasn't hopeful. He sat them down (Friend and wife) and said 1 in 20 of that size wasn't malignant and they had to be brave.

Friend was happy skippy and hoping for the best. Wife was crying on Hubbies shoulder in supermarket carpark before going home. I was sat at home chewing nails down to the shoulder.

So today, he got the results. YEY! Just a great big cyst. As I said to him, WELL in your case, it has to be the biggest, and the best, and you achieved it YET again!!!

But I am skipping around my kitchen, and SO glad that, that lovely couple can make plans for a few more happy years.

We have to celebrate the best of everything because NONE of us knows how long that will last.

Raise a glass with me, for my daft Slap head friend and his lovely missus............. x x x x