Good News - ish.
I suppose it is good news, she says, grudgingly. The cancer in my armpit and my thymus has not grown bigger or advanced. That is great but there is a possible new area in my neck. There is nothing to feel though so it could be a falst postitive as PETs are renowned for it. The problem is that they are so new the doctors do feel uncertain of how to proceed and need backup from other sources. The Prof. feels that it isn't enough to base treatment on so I have had blood tests for markers today and I am having a CT scan in three weeks time to see if they come up on that as well.
So why, if it's good news, do I feel so down? Why do I feel so close to weeping? A friend has suggested that it is just the reality hitting again, and I am sure she is right. There is no easy way of dealing with what this disease throws at you. I keep thinking I am hitting acceptance and then a day happens like today and I just feel miserable even though others keep telling me it's 'good news.'
Time to deal with it I think, before my kids come back from their shopping trip.