Get it? Like Carmen Sandiego? No? Forget it. I’m not as funny as I think I am.
Since we last spoke, I had another fever and some more chemo. The fever was much the same as last time, but this time it was during Shark Week so I was more entertained. The chemo was also boring. I sleep the whole time, and I never remember any of it. YAWN. You came here for something interesting, and by golly I’m gonna give it to you.
This past Tuesday I had a day full of scans to assess my tumor situation for surgery. If you recall, the areas in question were my back tumor and an uncertain spot on my pelvis. Anyway, I got to the hospital at 8:30 a.m. and got home at 2:15 a.m. I’d like to thank the pumpkin spice latte I had that afternoon for this accomplishment. I had every scan under the sun that day: a bone scan, a PET/CT scan, an MRI. Not to mention a unit of platelets and two units of blood. Many tiny naps were taken.
So what became of all of this flim-flammery, you ask? Good things, friend. The tumor and pelvic mystery responded very well. Though radiation and chemotherapy are still to come, I will NOT have to have surgery to remove the tumor. This is incredible news, and the doctors were shocked at the response. I was not surprised. Prayer works. Let me take a moment to say, however, that I’m not out of the woods yet. I still have 22 weeks of chemo and plenty of radiation. The finish line is not in sight, but I like to think that I’m over the hill.
Take a second to pat yourself on the back, reader. Your prayers, your thoughts, your hope…it’s working. Keep praying, keep thinking, keep hoping.