Damn, ya'll really suck at wishing....
The news is not great. Though the preliminary report didn't see it, there are two suspicious spots that they cannot rule out as metastases. One on my 12th rib is very likely cancer and then there is a spot on my upper arm. In a way it would be good if the spot on my arm is malignant because it would be easier to biopsy then the rib. Surgery has been scrubbed (instead of scrubbing for surgery) until after the bone biopsy, which hopefully will happen on Friday.
At the moment I am looking at another round of chemotherapy along with radiation. In stage IV cancer you don't get a cure, but it can be managed. The fact that they only see two spots and that it has been almost 7 years between cancers is a good thing. So, it could have been worse.
A couple of words of advice: it is probably better not to look certain things up on the Internet beforehand. I looked at the procedure for a bone biopsy and it really doesn't sound like fun. I guess it is the description of the sharp pain you might feel as the long thin needle is jabbed into the bone that gives me the willies.
So this roller coaster has added another steep curve. Have I told you all how much I hate roller Coasters? I mean, I don't even go on the baby ones at fairs. When I was in college I went with my cousins to Rye Playland and they convinced me to go on an itty bitty rollercoaster. My cousin Ric was about 14 at the time and I don’t think he appreciated that I grabbed hold of him, buried my head in his arm and just kept repeating “get me off, get me off.”
So I guess my visit to Cancerland is a permanent stay.
And I was hoping for Asheville.
Jean
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