Sat, 21 October 2006
My Dear Friends,
The heart test came back OK. No changes.
Had my bone scan yesterday. Didn't freak out during the test. (It's like lying under a large press but I was able to get my mind around it.) I took a peek at the scan. My spine, shoulder joints, knees and pelvic bones were lit up like a Christmas tree. Bad. Then I thought, how can I move and be in no pain with all that going on?
My theory is that since the bone scan measures activity, and my Neulasta (which stimulate the bone marrow to make white blood cells) was just kicking in from Tuesday, maybe that's it. I did call my nurse to have her warn the radiologist who's reading it. So I will hang onto that thought until I know for sure.
It was a rough week with the bone and muscle pain from the Abraxane but it's getting better.
I had an appt with my second opinion guy on Weds. He says I'm doing well and told me about two patients in my situation who are still alive after several years.
I was quite depressed when I first saw him but he said, "Wouldn't it stink if you lived 20 years but were depressed about dying the whole time?"
He suggested a psychologist that specializes in bereavement counseling to give me some coping mechanisms. So far I've avoided anti-depressants.
Here's a quick story going back to the bone scan.
Dad and I were walking out afterwards. We had made our way through the hospital maze and were almost to the car when something didn't feel right to me.
Suddenly, I stopped right there on the sidewalk and grabbed his arm.
"Oh no!" I said. "I forgot my boobs!"
My poor father was speechless. His eyes were wide with surprise. He didn't know how to respond to that one.
I laughed, "I left them hanging on the back of the door in the scanning room!"
So I had to trek all the way back to the hospital's basement to Nuclear Medicine and tell the girls at the desk what I'd done.
"Excuse me," I said. "I left my boobs in the scanning room."
They saw I was amused and laughed too.
"Well, go get them. We won't stop you!" the girls said.
The male technicians in the hallway had the same expression as Dad, poor things!
Thank you for your prayers.
Love,
Jeanette
The heart test came back OK. No changes.
Had my bone scan yesterday. Didn't freak out during the test. (It's like lying under a large press but I was able to get my mind around it.) I took a peek at the scan. My spine, shoulder joints, knees and pelvic bones were lit up like a Christmas tree. Bad. Then I thought, how can I move and be in no pain with all that going on?
My theory is that since the bone scan measures activity, and my Neulasta (which stimulate the bone marrow to make white blood cells) was just kicking in from Tuesday, maybe that's it. I did call my nurse to have her warn the radiologist who's reading it. So I will hang onto that thought until I know for sure.
It was a rough week with the bone and muscle pain from the Abraxane but it's getting better.
I had an appt with my second opinion guy on Weds. He says I'm doing well and told me about two patients in my situation who are still alive after several years.
I was quite depressed when I first saw him but he said, "Wouldn't it stink if you lived 20 years but were depressed about dying the whole time?"
He suggested a psychologist that specializes in bereavement counseling to give me some coping mechanisms. So far I've avoided anti-depressants.
Here's a quick story going back to the bone scan.
Dad and I were walking out afterwards. We had made our way through the hospital maze and were almost to the car when something didn't feel right to me.
Suddenly, I stopped right there on the sidewalk and grabbed his arm.
"Oh no!" I said. "I forgot my boobs!"
My poor father was speechless. His eyes were wide with surprise. He didn't know how to respond to that one.
I laughed, "I left them hanging on the back of the door in the scanning room!"
So I had to trek all the way back to the hospital's basement to Nuclear Medicine and tell the girls at the desk what I'd done.
"Excuse me," I said. "I left my boobs in the scanning room."
They saw I was amused and laughed too.
"Well, go get them. We won't stop you!" the girls said.
The male technicians in the hallway had the same expression as Dad, poor things!
Thank you for your prayers.
Love,
Jeanette
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