|not me or my phone, but the most accurate visual I could find with the least amount of hair (except that I was not smiling while willing my phone to ring)|
But now that I've spoken with my doctor, I suppose I feel a little bit better. The results of my most recent CT/PET scan were a mixed bag. While the mass in my chest is much smaller (from a grapefruit in June to a lemon in October), there is still cancerous (also known as hypermetabolic) activity within the stubborn beast. The numbers which represent this activity weren't as low as we had all (including Dr. H) hoped, but the progression and decrease in activity is still a good thing.
|also not me, but what I've read a clean ct/pet looks like: my goal|
It's all quite frightening and frustrating. While I suppose I should feel happy that there has been responsive change in the tumor, I feel more let down that the scan did not show better results. Six long rounds of terrible, horrible, no good, very bad chemo (thank you Judith Viorst) and it's not gone yet?? Ugh. I'm glad I made Dr. H promise no more of that crap no matter what this scan showed. Furthermore, because I'm always looking down the bumpy road ahead of me, my fears are focused on what happens after the radiation is over and all the what ifs that go along with the end of treatment.
Being a "survivor" isn't as easy as it looks. While I know I'm in a rush to be finished with all the yucky medicine, there's so much uncertainty in life beyond cancer (still hoping I reach that step relatively quickly). I've never liked the unknown (I like to hold the CD covers while I listen to music so I know what song is coming next). And like my therapist (bless her) says, once you no longer have the task of just the next 3 week cycle to focus on, it's easy to let your mind run wild.
I will, however, end this post on a happy note. I took Judah to his first (of a 10 week class) kidnastics at our township community center. It was the only class parents are allowed to stay for, so I'm glad I got to be the one with him. I realized how completely and utterly in love with this kid I am, watching him light up with pride after completing forward and backward rolls, or running around to the music with a megawatt smile on his face. And not to compare him to the other kids in the group (nah, I never do that), because there were some cuties in the bunch, but he was a good listener, gave his best effort at everything (even if he isn't the best athlete - sorry, Dan, he's got my genes, too) and had a great time, despite some other children budging in line in front of him repeatedly. He (as always) made me proud to be his mama.