Oncologist knocks on the door, 'Du du du du duu'. He always gives a chirpy knock before entering the room. I like that about him. He cuts to the chase 'It's good news'.
Chemo has been effective and there has been a significant improvement. Lymph nodes have returned to normal and the cell activity which is highlighted on the scan by the radioactive sugar has decreased. I'm not out the woods yet, but I'm reacting well to treatment which means we are onto the next stage, radiotherapy.
Before we leave the Oncologist, he removes my PICC line. I was a little subdued until this point but removing the foot of cable from my body felt wonderful. Very liberating. I can shower without an arm length plastic glove belted at the top of my arm and take Evie to her swim lessons.
I feel odd not being on chemo, don't get me wrong, I feel fantastic but I miss the peace of mind that comes with being pumped with cancer killing poison. I'm eager to get going with radiotherapy. I meet my Radiologist, he sits down with piles of print outs. Turns out they are my files and he has studied them meticulously. Nick describes him as a lovable European Uncle. It's hard not to warm to him. I promptly had 2 CT scans and my radiotherapy mask fitted. Much to Evie's joy I also have markers and stickers on my belly. She keeps pulling up my top to show pretty much anyone. I hope they are as impressed by my belly stickers as she is. Although going by their facial expressions they seem even more horrified than me. O dear.
On another note, my sister has gone home. I'm missing her and so are the girls. I don't have any pictures to post today, so instead I will share a picture Louise sent me this morning. She sent it to me as this gentleman has my exact hair cut! We could be twins.
Chemo has been effective and there has been a significant improvement. Lymph nodes have returned to normal and the cell activity which is highlighted on the scan by the radioactive sugar has decreased. I'm not out the woods yet, but I'm reacting well to treatment which means we are onto the next stage, radiotherapy.
Before we leave the Oncologist, he removes my PICC line. I was a little subdued until this point but removing the foot of cable from my body felt wonderful. Very liberating. I can shower without an arm length plastic glove belted at the top of my arm and take Evie to her swim lessons.
I feel odd not being on chemo, don't get me wrong, I feel fantastic but I miss the peace of mind that comes with being pumped with cancer killing poison. I'm eager to get going with radiotherapy. I meet my Radiologist, he sits down with piles of print outs. Turns out they are my files and he has studied them meticulously. Nick describes him as a lovable European Uncle. It's hard not to warm to him. I promptly had 2 CT scans and my radiotherapy mask fitted. Much to Evie's joy I also have markers and stickers on my belly. She keeps pulling up my top to show pretty much anyone. I hope they are as impressed by my belly stickers as she is. Although going by their facial expressions they seem even more horrified than me. O dear.
On another note, my sister has gone home. I'm missing her and so are the girls. I don't have any pictures to post today, so instead I will share a picture Louise sent me this morning. She sent it to me as this gentleman has my exact hair cut! We could be twins.
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