I hate the waiting game.
The PET scan yesterday went well. The imaging center seemed very efficient. Once again, I was so thankful for my port so they didn't have to dig around for a peripheral vein to inject the radioactive tracer. Once injected, I waited about an hour for the tracer to get taken up and found the same issue of mental_floss I was reading the last time I had a scan. I want to get my hands on a copy of it. They had a blurb on different types of whiskey and I'd like to try some of them. I'm so happy I got another subscription to the magazine recently.
Then, I did the scan. It is so hard to be completely still for 20 minutes! Of course, I noticed a stray hair flapping around on my face about a minute in and my nose started itching. Now I have to wait until Tuesday for the results. Blegh. I mean, I know that my axillary lymph nodes have gotten dramatically smaller but that's all I can feel on my own. Despite the chemotherapy fatigue, I feel like I have more energy than I did before my diagnosis. I was tired a lot of the time, but I was just attributing it to winter and school at the time, but maybe it was mostly cancer-related? It was so gradual and school makes me exhausted anyway....I dunno. At my last appointment, the nurse practitioner said that the scans often confirm what the patient is feeling and I think I'm feeling better, but I also have the habit of over scrutinizing and over thinking everything so I'm just making myself paranoid. Bleh. I just want to know what's going on in my body! Tuesday...
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