It has thankfully been a pretty uneventful few days since my last post. I've been going for my antibiotics daily and tonight I had another CT scan of my neck. I was scheduled for 10 PM but they called this evening and told me they could squeeze me in early, before 9 PM. It's crazy to me that they schedule CT scans right up until 11 PM at HSC. And actually the machine runs 24/7 for emergencies. I think it's the only hospital in the city which does. It's weird going for a test that late at night but I think it's awesome. When there are really long wait times for tests, why not run the machines 24/7? If I hadn't waited weeks (which was going to be months until I kicked up shit) to get an ultrasound of my testicle then maybe the cancer wouldn't have had time to spread to my lymph nodes. Maybe I wouldn't be doing chemo right now? And maybe it had already spread, I'll never know. I assume it's all about money. You would need nurses and technicians 24/7 and more radiologists to read all these extra tests. Where does that money come from? I don't know, but what I do know is that you shouldn't have to wait weeks or months to get tests which in so many cases help diagnose serious illnesses while these diagnostic imaging machines sit dormant from 4 PM until 8 AM in most hospitals, most of the time!
On a lighter note, Anthony turned 2 today! Last year for his birthday we had a big party for him. There were 70 people in our house. This year with me not being in fine form we decided to keep it simpler, just a small family dinner. Later, maybe next month, when I'm feeling better we may throw a proper party for him with all his buddies. Even though today was just a small family dinner he seemed to have a great time. When I left for my CT scan most people had gone home already but he was still sweating from all the running around, bowling with his new bowling set and sweeping with his new broom. I don't know what it is but the kid loves sweeping. Remember when I got my head shaved and Anthony swept up all the hair? He can't get enough sweeping. When you ask him how old he is he answers 1. So this morning I taught him to say that 1 is done, he's 2. Or in his words " 1 done, 2"! It's pretty cute.
Another very nice part of our day was receiving a care package from Adrienne's coworkers. A few of the staff at her school put together all kinds of food, presents for Anthony knowing it was his birthday and even a quilt which I'm pretty sure was homemade. It was a beyond nice and an over-the-top gesture and I'm glad I wasn't home when Maegan dropped it off (Thanks Maegan!). That stuff gets me all worked up. The cancer/chemo has made me into a pregnant woman (ie: somewhat emotionally unstable). Family, friends and people in general have been so good to us. Every time someone sends me a nice email or makes us supper out of the blue, I get all choked up. I hope to return to a normal emotional state when all this is over, in the mean time thanks again to all.
Speaking of when all this is over, tomorrow is day 1 of my last cycle. I feel great to be so close to the end but I know this next couple of weeks will be crap. One hope I have is that I don't lose anymore weight. I started at 177 lbs and am down to 150 lbs. At least I can be honest with myself on one thing, my love handles are here to stay. I've lost 27 lbs and they are still kicking around so I know I needn't ever kill myself with exercise trying to lose them. Not that I ever have or ever would anyway I guess.
That's it for now. I may post something in a couple of days before the worst of the nausea may or may not kick in. That's unless it hits me earlier than expected. In that case it may be a while. If so, someone have a hot turkey sandwich the day after Thanksgiving for me, would ya?
No comments:
Post a Comment