Being poked, escorted, pushed and pulled. Injected, radiated and filled with barium sulfate. -_- Drinking that stuff is like chalk that melted in some orange ice cream. DEESGUSTING!
The brain MRI came back clear! WAHOO!! They called tonight after 6 pm and my heart started pounding in my chest. I figured if they called after hours, it's bad. But no, Dr. Vanderwoude just wanted them to call me to set my mind at ease. Isn't that nice?
I closed my eyes and kissed her little forehead in my mind. I was sure there was nothing wrong with my brain (physiologically at least :P ) but I also was sure I didn't have cancer.
That horrific experience was worth it just to know the tiny squirrel in my brain is still chasing after that ever elusive walnut. Wait, there's a hamster wheel in that picture somewhere.
So, CT and bone scan today. Fingers crossed that my nodules haven't grown and nothing funny is happening in my bones.
When I was having the bone scan, I kept thinking "Bone Machine" and singing different songs for that Tom Waits album.
Chemo horrifies me. The toxicity is alarming. I refuse to read about it because I know it's inevitable. Losing my hair horrifies me, but whatever.. it'll grow back. I want to start to get going with the fight but another part of me is happy to put it off.
My new doctor is nice. She seems very thorough. The biggest brownie points she scored with me were her cute shoes. Jill kept asking "What do you think of her?" and I just don't care either way. To me, they are doctors with a blurry thing over their faces. I only have ever loved one doctor and that's my GP, Doctor BOB!!!! Adorable, sweet, personable and so gentle. I love the way his hand lingers just a moment on my back after listening to my breathing or heart. The gentle touch on the arm..
Oh Dr. Bob, how I wish you had lady parts... (JUST KIDDING JILL) xoxo
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