Monday, May 23, 2011
I spoke too soon. It's true that no news is good news, but I arbitrarily made up the date when I thought no news would actually BE good news.
I was just a teeny bit off.
I got a call from my oncologist's office today, wanting to set up an appointment. I asked his secretary if it was my ovaries, and she said no, that they'd found a spot on my liver.
I have an appointment at 10:45 on Wednesday, and I have no idea what to expect or what's next.
Here's the thing about being a cancer vet. I was a lot calmer hearing this news - even though it could mean a stage IV diagnosis - than I was when I heard the news the first time. Yeah, I was freaked out and my heart was pounding and I was shaking, but only for about five minutes. Then I went back to work. I calmed down and soldiered on.
(I used the word soldier instead of carry to keep the battle/breast cancer cliche's going. Didn't want you to miss that.)
Now, tomorrow I might go in and I may discover I spelled the name of the Superintendent of schools wrong in the email I composed to her, or I may find I accidentally cancelled all my subs, or maybe set something on fire. But, to the best of my knowledge, after the initial freak-out, I'm okay.
They found a spot on my arm once too - it was nothing. This could also be nothing. Cysts happen on livers too, and we all know that I'm a cyst making machine.
I was going to post the recipe from Sheryl Crow's book, but I find I've lost my appetite. I know you have too. I'll do it tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
Posted by Ann aka ButDoctorIHatePink at 4:21 PM