I don’t have a clue why I get so stressed out a week or two before my next visit to Cancer Treatment Centers of America in Zion, IL. I mean, I pray every night and thank the Lord for taking such good care of me and for giving me another day to be with my family. I feel sort of sacrilegious for always thanking God for helping me beat all the odds and statistics, but then be so stressed before the visit. What is up with that anyway?
My husband and I took our usual car trip to the hospital, staying overnight in Coral City, IA before heading out to Waukegan, IL where we stay. The trip is nice because we get a chance to talk about everything under the sun and share our feelings and dreams with each other. That will never get old!
I had my PET scan on Monday the 16th and saw the oncologist and the rest of my care team on the 17th. Normally it is just a matter of going in, getting the great news that all is ok, hugging everyone goodbye and leaving. But this time it was a little different. The PET scan showed an area in my “rump” for lack of a more politically correct word that there could be a problem with. So as soon as the doctor saw that, they scheduled me for an MRI. What they found was NOT cancer, but a “complete avulsion of the conjoined tendon from ischial tuberosity and mild partial thickness tearing of the gluteus minimus and gluteus maximus at the greater trochanter”
Guess the bottom line is this…. cancer is being controlled well, but the rest of my body is falling apart! LOL
Grateful that we could leave with smiles on our faces!