Before I give you your regularly scheduled health update, I want to take a moment to thank our veterans and their families, who have sacrificed so much for the greater good. I honor all members of the armed forces today - and every day.
Yesterday's appointment went as follows:
CT scan: Normal. As expected.
I told the doc, "Great news! But my back still hurts." He doesn't know why, there is nothing structurally wrong.
I offered, "Maybe the #$*% expander I've had in for a year is making my body adjust wrong, causing the pain?"
And ordered an abdominal CT.
I don't want another test (and more radiation, I might add.) I REALLY REALLY REALLY don't think this pain is cancer.
Neither does he.
Since I'm having surgery next week, maybe by the time I get the call my chest will be even, sleep will be better, and the pain will be gone. Neither of us believes anything is wrong. Why spend the insurance company's money? Isn't that wasteful? I think it's wasteful. But, in the unlikely event cancer has settled into my kidney or somewhere, some lawyer would be sure to convince me by not having the test and not diagnosing it, I should sue. That's why it's not wasteful, I guess.
I just want to say that on Veteran's Day today, I do NOT honor lawyers, who have done so much to push common sense out of any equation.
Maybe I'm just going cray cray. Maybe there is no pain and it's just my overactive imagination settling into my left side. Which is burning as we speak. My imagination has always been good.
December 1 is my last herceptin. I began chemo/herceptin December 2nd, 2009 and will finish December 1, 2010. One full year of treatment is about to end. I'm beyond excited. I now only see my oncologist every three months, and after a year, every six months. My surgery is (finally) next week and I'll just have tweaks and revisions and won't have to think of another surgery for at least ten years. In three years, the odds of this disease coming back go down.
The end of cancer is in sight. Buh-bye.
Today though, I see my breast surgeon for my regular six month check-up. I can't wait to see his reaction to finding that expander still in me.
Can you imagine spending a year trying to cover this bulging monstrosity?
No wonder my back hurts.