I should probably update this more often so y’all don’t think I’m dead.
I’m not dead.
I’ve been biding my time, waiting to hear about the second opinion surgical appointment (not yet set, though I checked in with my oncologist’s assistant to try to move that along). I have my first CT scan since the one that indicated recurrence coming up in a couple of weeks and I see my oncologist for follow-up on November 15th. That’ll be an interesting visit. It’ll be the visit that tells us how fast this slow cancer is growing. I’m hoping for status quo. Hopefully the fistfuls of supplements and disgusting mega-doses of liquid vitamin d are doing what they’re supposed to.
Part of me (a big part, if I’m honest) doesn’t want to go to the oncologist, doesn’t want to go for the CT scan. Ignorance is bliss, and all that. But I can’t pretend like this isn’t happening, and it’s better in the long run to know what’s going on.
I’ve planned a trip to New York right after I go to the oncologist. It’s a good time to do it. A friend is debuting at the Met. It’s a reward for being a good cancer patient and not skipping out on my appointments. And depending on what the scan and blood test results show, and the second opinion from the surgeon at Sunnybrook, it might be the last time I can easily make plans to travel for a while. (That better not be the case, though, since I’m planning a trip to Mexico in January.)
That’s it for now. Next time I’ll tell you about how I’m boring and possibly horrifying my shrink (just a little).