So, I had a PET-CT scan done on Thursday. Not a too fun test. Had to fast for a day, and then they give you a radioactive sugar dye and make you drinking a disgusting 20 oz drink so appetizingly named "Strawberry Flavored". Just pretend it is a strawberry milkshake says the tech while I try to gag down this thick warmish chalky subject. Oh, what's that you say, I get to do this again in a couple of months. FANTASTIC!! Yum! Please excuse me while I throw up.... (Don't worry, I kept it down otherwise I would have just had to drink it again.)
Then they scan your body, looking for all those lovely invading cancer cells, and see where they are setting up colonies, and check to see if any of them have vacated the premises. (Leave cancer, you're being evicted! You've been a bad guest! You weren't welcome in the first place, and you certainly have overstayed your welcome" Just a little positive mental imaging there.)
Anyhoo, it is now late Monday night (or early Tuesday morning if you want to get technical) and I am having a hard time sleeping because I will get the results tomorrow from my DR. They will be able to tell if and how well the chemo drugs are working, and be able to give us a better idea of how much longer we get to continue the weekly Chemo-treatments.
Sometimes I ache at the fiber of my being that life could just be NORMAL again. I wish I could just go and do and be free like I used to be. Now my life revolves around DR's visits and "sick" chemo days "wired days" and "tired days". I hope someday I get to that point again where we aren't so dependant on so much help, and I can do things for other people for a change. (beginning with being able to take care of my own family.)
So here is a funny joke I heard:
Say's the patient to the Doctor, "How long have you been practicing?"
Dr says: "Almost 20 years"
Patient replies: "When do think you'll stop practicing and treat patients for real?"
Ha ha ha. Okay, it is too late, and I need to get some sleep. Just didn't want this post to be all gloom and doom.