Scan Day!

Every three months I get a bone scan; brain MRI; and CTs of my chest, abdomen and pelvis. My Oncologist orders these tests to check to see if my treatment is still working or if there are indications that my disease is progressing. I should have had these done before going to the UK but, I was not going to give potential bad news the opportunity to ruin my trip. The fact that I have been off therapy since June means the little F-ing cancer cells in my body have pretty much had the run of the shop for three months and I am nervous to see what, if any, kind of havoc has been wrought.

I called the hospital yesterday to schedule the scans and unbelievably they asked me to come in today. I usually have to stew a week or so before I can get in. I love these people. They have been seeing my sorry face every three months for seven years and they work with me. My large number of tests does not usually get done in one day. But as soon as these folks find out it's me scheduling, they try very hard to arrange things so I can get everything done before 3:00 p.m. It's fantastic and I make sure to send them a thank you card after every go round.

Dear Friend, with her somewhat annoying habit of always seeing the bright side, reminded me that being able to get my scans done so quickly means that I have less time to get all anxious and worked up about them. But, I apprised her that, being the highly-skilled nutter that I am, I am fully capable of getting two weeks’ worth of anxiety packed into 24 hours. I am that efficient.

One thing I am looking forward to: Taking the R6 up to the hospital. Woo Hoo!

Anyway, off I go. Wish me luck.