Pet Scans: A Necessary Evil
Well it’s that time again. It’s time to see what’s going on inside of me. That means Saturday I have my PET scan scheduled. The outside of me is doing okay and, having a little break from chemo, I almost feel normal (whatever that means). I go about my business and do my errands and sell antiques on EBAY every day. I exercise with a trainer twice a week (never miss a session) and have a psychologist to try to avert depression which I think is a side effect of life with Cancer. I try to eat healthy and get plenty of rest and these activities never change. I really feel that my lifestyle now is the thing that keeps me sane. Having said that, whenever it is time for my PET there is that terrible dread that my disease will start winning the battle. I’m always waiting for the second shoe to fall. The longer I struggle with Metastatic Cancer, and it’s been 4 1/2 years, the more evident it is that stability of my disease is all that I can hope for. Well, I’ve got to say, I could very happily live for another 10 years or more the way I now feel physically. So we survivors who struggle with Breast Cancer day to do keep on putting one foot in front of the other and hope for some research that will improve each of our particular struggles. It’s a tough way to have to live – but we are alive! So Saturday is the big day when I will find out if my present chemotherapy, Abraxane and Avastin, is still working. Keep your fingers crossed. Will blog the outcome.
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