Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Getting Serious

One simple visit. One single hour. That is all it took to ramp up the program!

Dr. Patel is a very nice guy. His office staff are great. The medical staff are very competent.

Thank goodness. Apparently, we are going to spend a lot of time together ......soon!

I am now scheduled for a Pet Scan on Thursday morning early. So, on Thursday, I now have two reasons that I can't play tennis. (The Port and the Pet Scan)

A pet scan is apparently a bigger deal than a cat scan (all animals are scanned, not just cats!). And, it is.......they are scanning the whole body. The scanners may be disappointed. My reservation said that I was Female.

I will finish the pet scan late morning, just in time to pick up Graham (my youngest son for those that do not know him) to spend a few days together. I am also delighted that my nephew Philip and his girlfriend, Heather, will be joining us on Friday night when the Blue Jays will fall to the mighty Rays.

And then, we start chemotherapy on Monday at 10:45. Perfect......time to play tennis....(oh, yes, I will still be under the period of not playing due to my port ....so no tennis yet.) Hmmm, since my port is causing no pain, maybe I can get permission to play then. And then, maybe not.

My first visit will be about 5 hours. I will leave there with a pump that will continue the chemo until Wednesday morning. Allegedly, I will feel ok afterward and for the next day. One of the exciting things about this is that we will find out how I feel and when during this process. I predict that I will continue to feel "less hairy" than I did before all this started for at least a little while.

Chemo will be every two weeks. After 2 months, we will do another Pet Scan to see how things are progressing. Now that will be something to look forward too.

I got an email from someone yesterday that said she HATED my blog. It turns out that she hates that it means I have cancer. I can understand that. Not my first choice, But even my top research assistant said that she is beginning to realize the adventure that we are on.

It can't be all bad. As I write this, I am eating grapes rather than cake.

I may become a healthy specimen yet.

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