Good News Bad News

So I ask myself, which do I want to write first? The good news or the bad news? The good news of course -- bad news is annoying.

I had my CT scan today. Boy, did that go fast. Just the neck so I didn't even have to hold my breath. And the sweet lady that did the scan told me I had beautiful eye lashes. So sweet. She was really nice and very attentive. She got me and mom to a room to wait for the doctor.

The nurse came in to do the usual rundown and it was a nurse that I've had a lot, even back in 2007. She kind of freaked us out at first because she seemed confused as to why I was there and asked if I had had a scan because they were going to treat a new area. Um, NO. Yea, we straightened that out fast.

The doc came in and we joked and talked about his foot, which he had fractured and had in a fancy boot. Then he went to check on the CT scan to see if he could find out anything. He came back and told me that the tumor had shrunk more than half it's original size. He gave me numbers but I can't remember them -- you know how I am with numbers. We were all pleased with that and he said he would make sure that my oncologist got the CT results, and that we would see what he says. Mom then asked if he thought that he might decide to have me do chemotherapy. I held my breath, hoping against hope that I would somehow get to escape it. He said that it was possible and that he thought that it was probably what my doctor would suggest next. Damn.

Of course, maybe he won't.

But I've been thinking about it, and since the tumor is still there, though he said it would continue to shrink, maybe it's best I have the chemo to make sure it has less of a chance of coming back. I don't know. So, I have a week until I go see the oncologist and find out my fate.

I think the thing that scares me the most is the nausea. I hate feeling nauseous. I hate throwing up.

So, the bad news kind of ruined my day, but I'm okay and I have beautiful eye lashes ;)