And so begins a potentially difficult week.
In a few hours I will have a crucial bone marrow sample taken.
The results, which we are hoping to learn on Wednesday or Thursday, will show one of two things.
1. This relapse can be controlled by drugs.
2. I will have to choose whether to have further intensive treatment or not.
Not a particularly pleasant set of circumstances but on the plus side I did have an excellent weekend.
I'm hoping today that the doctors don't ask me how many units of alcohol I've consumed because I will clearly have to lie.
On Saturday my friend Ben and I cruised down to London in my hot new wheels - or the Vauxhall Vectra as some people prefer to call it.
He went off to see his family and I went to hang out with an old journalist college friend called Laura in St Albans.
We went out for lunch, and a few drinks, and I confessed that I had no real plans. She was great though. She offered to put me up and said I could come out with her mates around town later.
I don't know if you can do 'shout-outs' in blogs but if you can, here's one to everyone I had the pleasure of meeting on Saturday. Thanks for such a fun time.
I met some lovely people and they really helped take my mind off everything.
Anyway, after many more drinks, games of cards (yes, it was that sort of random night) we ended up in some club which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.
The music was excellent but by that time I was so out of it I was unable to bust those special dance moves I have treated all of you to before.
That was probably a good thing.
I think we left about 3am and I seem to remember being in a cab full of really cool girls all singing: âWe love you taxiâ? to the tune of I Can't Take My Eyes Off You.
Needless to say I was a little delicate the next day.
My grandma in Nottingham has been excellent throughout all this.
She has come up with lots of little ideas for treats that include things like theatre tickets and dinner at the House of Lords.
Big Grandma has quite an impressive social network!
One of her ideas was to treat me and friends to lunch at Gordon Ramsey's restaurant, The Maze, near Mayfair, in London.
She arranged for some money to be left behind the bar and for us to treat ourselves to some really good food.
The plan was that me Ben and my friend Olie would all meet there at 12.30pm.
Ben was quite fresh but I was struggling.
However, Olie was in a terrible state.
Me and Ben arrived first and sat down with a glass of sparkling mineral water.
Then Olie rocked up, strides through this beautiful restaurant, clutching a Boots carrier bag.
Joining us he sits down at our posh table, opens his carrier bag and takes out a bottle of water fizzing with Alka Selza!
We must have looked a right sight.
The food was delicious though. I tried smoked eels, quail eggs, sea trout and a beautiful rhubarb crumble.
It was a lovely treat and we were looked after incredibly well by the staff - boy did we need it.
So thanks again Grandma.
Now the fun temporarily stops but whatever the outcome I hope I have the ability to handle the results with dignity and courage.