Apparently old rock music is my "thing" this week. As my favorite band from Sacramento, Tesla, sings, "Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs..." I am constantly looking for and asking for signs, and today I got a big one.
The contrast dye from the scan on Monday gave me a terrible, horrible, no-good rash all over. I've been trying to not rip my eyeballs out for the past two days, and my skin looks like I spent a few hours in a fake tanning booth. I called Dr. Adler yesterday and he said to take Benadryl. It seemed to work for a little bit, but today around lunch time I blew up again. I called Dr. Adler's office again left a message for my nurse, Suzanne, to call me back.
I packed up and left work then. As I was driving past the church my phone rang, so I pulled into the rectory parking lot. Suzanne was telling me that she would call in a prescription for prednisone for my rash. At that point I casually mentioned that I really didn't want to wait until Tuesday for my results. She agreed that it would be torture to wait through the weekend and said she would look to see if the results were in...but she also mentioned how they don't like to give results over the phone in the event it was bad news. I told her that if it was good news, she could easily just say "Good news! Don't worry about anything!" Or if I remained stable just say "Your results are stable. Don't worry, you'll see Dr. Adler Tuesday." But if it was bad, she should just say "I can't read the results, they either aren't in yet or I'm unsure what it says."
She immediately says "Okay, the results are in...there is a lot of verbage..." Then she says some medical terms, and then "Oh, Oh, slight decrease in liver tumors. That's VERY good! Okay, okay... let's see.. the bones are stable, okay that's not bad.. and the lymph nodes.. oh, oh.... they are stable too! No change in the bones and lymph nodes." Stable isn't the very best news, but it most certainly isn't BAD news either. On top of the scan results, the tumor markers in my blood have dropped also. Which is another great sign that we're on the right course.
We hung up and I turned the radio up. "Fight Song" was on and I sang and cried the whole way home. I certainly do have a LOT of fight left in me. My hope and faith has been renewed, as well as my fighting spirit. So "Thank you Lord for thinking 'bout me, I'm alive and doing fine."
The contrast dye from the scan on Monday gave me a terrible, horrible, no-good rash all over. I've been trying to not rip my eyeballs out for the past two days, and my skin looks like I spent a few hours in a fake tanning booth. I called Dr. Adler yesterday and he said to take Benadryl. It seemed to work for a little bit, but today around lunch time I blew up again. I called Dr. Adler's office again left a message for my nurse, Suzanne, to call me back.
I packed up and left work then. As I was driving past the church my phone rang, so I pulled into the rectory parking lot. Suzanne was telling me that she would call in a prescription for prednisone for my rash. At that point I casually mentioned that I really didn't want to wait until Tuesday for my results. She agreed that it would be torture to wait through the weekend and said she would look to see if the results were in...but she also mentioned how they don't like to give results over the phone in the event it was bad news. I told her that if it was good news, she could easily just say "Good news! Don't worry about anything!" Or if I remained stable just say "Your results are stable. Don't worry, you'll see Dr. Adler Tuesday." But if it was bad, she should just say "I can't read the results, they either aren't in yet or I'm unsure what it says."
She immediately says "Okay, the results are in...there is a lot of verbage..." Then she says some medical terms, and then "Oh, Oh, slight decrease in liver tumors. That's VERY good! Okay, okay... let's see.. the bones are stable, okay that's not bad.. and the lymph nodes.. oh, oh.... they are stable too! No change in the bones and lymph nodes." Stable isn't the very best news, but it most certainly isn't BAD news either. On top of the scan results, the tumor markers in my blood have dropped also. Which is another great sign that we're on the right course.
We hung up and I turned the radio up. "Fight Song" was on and I sang and cried the whole way home. I certainly do have a LOT of fight left in me. My hope and faith has been renewed, as well as my fighting spirit. So "Thank you Lord for thinking 'bout me, I'm alive and doing fine."
The church parking lot was the best place to get news of any kind, but good news is certainly welcome. I know the fight that is in you; you have proven that time and time again. I am so proud of my strong, intelligent, thoughtful, loving, giving daughter. You have always been a blessing to me and I've told you that a million times. God bless you beautiful woman.
ReplyDelete