The 6 Month Scan....
Today,
my sister goes in for her 6 month scan and I anticipate being a bit sluggish tomorrow
from drinking too much wine in celebration of her continued win against Cancer.
Next
month, I go for my 6 month scan. In the
weeks, prior to the scan a small knot begins to form in your stomach. Every time you stretch and feel a weird pain
or wake up tired or feel nauseous, you convince yourself that the cancer is
back because the nausea could not possibly have anything to do with you skipping
breakfast and downing 30 ounces of coffee.
Then, you mentally punch yourself in the face, with a stern lecture
about challenging Lindsey Lohan circa 2010 for her Drama Queen status.
The time between the scan and receiving your
results is even worse. When I had finished
chemo and was waiting for the results of my first scan, I cannot tell you how many times, I cried heaving ugly tears as I imagined my
oncologist telling me that my body was riddled with cancer from neck to
toes. I cannot tell you how many times I
pictured myself being told I had approximately 3 minutes left. In fact,
I believe there may have been a moment,
where I screamed into the phone at a poor receptionist because I simply
could not wait one more minute to know my results.
Geez,
Drama much?
But
seriously, as positive as I remained through the whole crappy experience, there
are the moments where the doubts and the what-ifs burrow deep into your brain
like a tapeworm.
I think those moments of panic were one of the most difficult parts of my experience. They didn’t last long, catching a glimpse of my ugly cry in the rearview mirror was usually enough to shake me back into reality with a head shake but at almost any time it was there, below the surface…that fear that you could not quite escape.
I think those moments of panic were one of the most difficult parts of my experience. They didn’t last long, catching a glimpse of my ugly cry in the rearview mirror was usually enough to shake me back into reality with a head shake but at almost any time it was there, below the surface…that fear that you could not quite escape.
Despite
the nagging fears that linger and sneak into your brain, I am confident that
she will have a clean scan, I am
confident that I will have a clean scan…because we fought…we won…and darn it,
we deserve a summer in the sun (with an appropriate amount of sunscreen of
course).
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