CANCER FREE!!

Friday I had an appointment with my oncologist to review the CT scan from the week before. The scan showed no evidence of cancer. There's still granuloma in my lungs but that's not cancer.
Now I get to concentrate on getting my energy back.
I hope my hair grows back quickly and full of body (which I never had before)
I have had so much support through all of this, I need to send out a big "Thank You" to everyone!!!!

unwelcome surprise

Today, 3 weeks and a day after my last chemo, I have mild bone pain. It's not as bad as my post chemo weekends (yet) but it's here and it's annoying. I couldn't find any medical articles addressing this issue but I found more than one site where other people say that they experienced the same thing. Some of them said it went on for several months after finishing chemo when Taxol was one of the poisons. I hope that's not how my story goes. If it doesn't get any worse than it is today, it won't be too horrible but I really just wanted to start recovering!!!!
It's just one thing after another...

scan

I was scanned today. I did OK with drinking the "smoothie". I got to work on time too!
Now more waiting. We see the doctor to review results and discuss my future a week from tomorrow. Hopefully next weekend I'll have great things to post.
Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety. I'm sure Ativan will be utilized in this upcoming week.

anxiety

I'm really nervous. There is not reason to be nervous but I am. I'm nervous about the scan. First, there is the scan itself. I scheduled it at 7am so I could go right to work. After scheduling, I discover that I need to take a steroid 4 hours prior to the scan and drink a disgusting contrast "smoothie" beginning 90 minutes prior to the scan.
But mostly I'm anxious about the results. I know that the surgeon got all of the cancer out and that all surrounding tissue and fluid was negative for cancer. I know that the lung biopsy was also negative. I know that my CA125 is fine. I know all of these things, but there is a little, teenie, tiny part of my brain that keeps imagining the worst. I can't stop it.
Other than that, I'm doing ok. My appetite is mostly back. My sense of taste is still off. My energy level is low but improving.
So I'm clicking my heals together and chanting "It's almost over...it's almost over...it's almost over."