All's well that ends well. I had a great visit with my Voodoo Doctor! He just got back from a short vacation so we talked mostly about Italy and that was just fine with me. I did the blood test. It is red and all perimeters are where they are supposed to be! My blood pressure is perfect. It has always been on the low side of normal. I don't get riled easily. and I have a pulse! That is a good thing!
He couldn't find any lumps or bumps either but had the audacity to suggest that I could stop gaining weight!
I will have to think about that one. I started this process weighing 225 pounds and went down to 170 pounds. For awhile I lived on one Ensure a day, if you could call that living. Now I weigh in at 217 pounds, not exactly welter weight but I am ready to get back in the ring! I enjoy a good meal and none of this weight gain is from potato chips!
We did discuss the PET and CAT scans and I went through my rationalzations with him. They are boring.
I would rather be doing something else. Anything else. They are dangerous. They cause cancer. They are expensive. No matter who is paying the bill. They are not 100% conclusive. There are no guarantees.
There is too much evidence that my fight with chemo-therapy worked. I have had these PET and CAT scans before. Three times. The first was at the beginning of this mess and those were pretty clear. I had cancer everywhere! In well over 100 lymph nodes. In my spleen and in my spine. The cancer was thriving, living well and expanding wherever it wanted. The second series of scans show the battle midway when I was halfway done with th chemo-cocktails and clearly the cancer was running scared. In retreat. and my last one was a year ago when I finished with this "therapy" (it wasn't like a massage at the hot springs!). The cancer was gone! I want so much to say, "just like that!" but it wasn't easy.
So, all the evidence says the cancer is gone and the issue really is, will it return? No one knows how it got there in the first place. I lead a dangerous life but there is no connecting. No found reason for cause and effect. It just doesn't sound right when the tool of discovery causes cancer!
We agreed on a course of delay. My next appointment is October 6th, three months from now. Three months of summer that I didn't get last year. I won't fret and worry over this and told the Doctor that I am likely to forget the appointment unless I am called to remind me. I have way too much to do!
So we talked about Italy and pizza and bottled water and little cafes in central Rome. It was the best doctor's visit, ever!
He couldn't find any lumps or bumps either but had the audacity to suggest that I could stop gaining weight!
I will have to think about that one. I started this process weighing 225 pounds and went down to 170 pounds. For awhile I lived on one Ensure a day, if you could call that living. Now I weigh in at 217 pounds, not exactly welter weight but I am ready to get back in the ring! I enjoy a good meal and none of this weight gain is from potato chips!
We did discuss the PET and CAT scans and I went through my rationalzations with him. They are boring.
I would rather be doing something else. Anything else. They are dangerous. They cause cancer. They are expensive. No matter who is paying the bill. They are not 100% conclusive. There are no guarantees.
There is too much evidence that my fight with chemo-therapy worked. I have had these PET and CAT scans before. Three times. The first was at the beginning of this mess and those were pretty clear. I had cancer everywhere! In well over 100 lymph nodes. In my spleen and in my spine. The cancer was thriving, living well and expanding wherever it wanted. The second series of scans show the battle midway when I was halfway done with th chemo-cocktails and clearly the cancer was running scared. In retreat. and my last one was a year ago when I finished with this "therapy" (it wasn't like a massage at the hot springs!). The cancer was gone! I want so much to say, "just like that!" but it wasn't easy.
So, all the evidence says the cancer is gone and the issue really is, will it return? No one knows how it got there in the first place. I lead a dangerous life but there is no connecting. No found reason for cause and effect. It just doesn't sound right when the tool of discovery causes cancer!
We agreed on a course of delay. My next appointment is October 6th, three months from now. Three months of summer that I didn't get last year. I won't fret and worry over this and told the Doctor that I am likely to forget the appointment unless I am called to remind me. I have way too much to do!
So we talked about Italy and pizza and bottled water and little cafes in central Rome. It was the best doctor's visit, ever!
