Plan A, Part 1 starts with this.
I have to drink about 4 litres of this stuff every day.
The tumour in my left kidney is eating into my kidney blood supply and this releases blood into my bladder. If the blood stays too long in one place it will coagulate and create clots. These clots block my urine output from the bladder causing no end of eye watering pain as well as infection. The tumour is also spreading into muscle tissue behind the kidney. The other kidney appears to be OK.
Another response to a blocked bladder is a catheter, they are just as painful and also make your bladder lazy. I've been there twice and I don't want to go there again.
The downside of Part 1 is regular visits to the toilet roughly 30 minutes apart. My best record is 40 minutes but that brought some pain back into the argument whereas with infection present it is about 3 minutes.
This makes travelling to a wargames event a bit difficult, Vapnartak in York in February is a 'no-no', my wargames hut is a 'maybe-yes'.
That is a 'bummer'.
Plan A, Part 2 goes like this.
I turn up at the Western General Hospital one day in the New Year. January is fully booked but since my cancer seems to be aggressive they will try to fit me in.
I get a nice comfy bed and a jag in my arm and oh so sleepy.
When I wake up I will have a few abdominal cuts, and maybe one bigger one, and another bloody catheter. Oh Joy. Probably 3 or 4 days in bed before being allowed home, more litres of water and quite a few tablets.
Maybe a couple of weeks after that I could maybe get out to the wargames hut and peruse what hasn't been happening. It might be another month after that before I'm allowed to drive.
What happens after that?
Dunno. Ask me later.