I've Been Deported

On Wednesday I went to have my port removed. YEAH!!!

P.A. Thor is shown here, ripping it out of my chest. Actually he did a very neat job of it.

We chatted thru the whole procedure. I could feel what he was doing...it just didn't hurt at all.

I was fond of my port; it was so easy to get my blood drawn and have injections. But it was time for it to go.

PET SCAN Results

I went to see Dr. Illyass, my oncologist, on Monday to get the results of the Pet Scan. I wasn't nervous or worried. I figured the treatments had been successful.

Well, the good news is that the scan didn't show any activity, except left over burning in the areas where the cancer had been. HOORAY!!!!

Maybe not ALL good news. They do want to do a CAT scan of my lungs in 3 months.

It seems there were a few pesky nodules that they will have to check out and make sure they are nothing.

Otherwise: HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL.

PET SCAN, Part 2

Yesterday, I had my second PET scan. This is the one that will tell me if there is any cancer leftovers from the treatment.

First I was given some radioactive injections, the syringe sheathed in a protective metal sleeve. Then I drank some nasty 'berry' flavored liquid. I think that's the glucose that they monitor thru the scan. And lastly I got another weird injection that made me feel all hot.

After that I was scanned to bits.

Later, I got radioactive cramps and couldn't go to my dance class. BooHoo.

Awaiting the results next week. Stay tuned.