Last weekend was rough. I slept all day Saturday. On Sunday, I couldn’t lie down without vomiting, so I was up all night.
On Monday, I had two doctors I was supposed to see, but I was so exhausted I couldn’t bear the thought of the 20 minute (or more) waiting times. I went to the ER instead.
Although my hemoglobin and red blood counts were low, they weren’t low enough to warrant a transfusion. The ER doctor gave me a different type of anti-nausea medication and sent me home.
I showed up for chemo on Tuesday as scheduled. The oncologist decided I needed a break (wait, what?) and told me to come back on Monday. He also said he wanted me to have a PET scan on Friday.
The PET scan should show whether or not the radiation got rid of the tumor, which has been the hope all along. If it has, I don’t know whether the oncologist will have me finish the last three sessions or chemo or not. If it hasn’t, I suspect we’ll need a new plan.
I’m very nervous about the PET scan, but praying that the tumor is gone and I can begin to get my life back.
I will keep one set of fingers crossed for you. I am hoping that this is the light at the end of the tunnel. (Term not meaning death but meaning the end of this is near.)
We wil be praying as well.
I hate that you have to sufferso much, but I’m praying for positive results.
I agree with what Gina said, and I hope this is the last treatment you have to go through and you are on your way to better health.
Chin up and think positive. We are all praying for you.
Friday will be a big day. Praying your PET scan delivers good news!