He seriously doubted that their CEA machine had made a mistake, but it was "down" the day that they ran mine so I leaned on him to run another test. We'll have the results of that test tomorrow. Wouldn't it be nice to hear that their machine had "burped" and the number was really 5.0, or 0.50, rather than 50? A long shot, but worth checking.
On Thursday, we'll do a PET scan. Cancer cells love the antimatter-enhanced flourine dye, so it goes there and stays there while they do the imaging, yielding a good photo of even small cancerous areas. With luck, it will show nothing in my abdomen as well. I'm really tired of them hacking chunks out of my guts.
A few months ago I bumped my head, which raised a little "goose bump." It's still there, and is still hurting a little bit. The doc was quite interested in it, so he had me do a CT scan of it today, and it will be included in the PET scan. Maybe I have a brain tumor! Nah, this would be just an abnormal growth in the skull bone, and (I hope) outside the brain entirely. I was blaming its slow healing on the odd blood chemistry that the chemo is causing. Pam did not appreciate my "self-diagnosis" and was quick to tell anyone who would listen all the gory details of my phrenology. We'll see what that's all about soon.
In the meantime, we're trying not to worry too much. Mostly we're just tired of this whole mess. We'd rather be blogging about traveling the continent! A serious week of retail therapy has helped our moods considerably, as you might imagine. At left is our new home: Ford F-150 truck and Airstream Bambi trailer. Y'all come and visit any time, if you can catch up!I'll post some more later on this week when we know the results of the PET scan, or earlier if we get significant news.
Cheers,
Clem
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The whole process is just so bothersome, isn't it? "Just fix me and let me go already, dammit!" sigh. "Praying for good news" doesn't begin to cover it.
I love you both.
Nancy
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