So, today I will have my thirteenth PET scan. Here's hoping it's a charm.
I had to start fasting at 10:30 this morning so at least I got to eat breakfast, but now I can't eat until 7pm. Grrr, I likes me food!
It being the Friday before a holiday, I have to wait it out over the long weekend for my results. However, I have already arranged with my doctor to speak Tuesday morning. Anxious? Just a tad.
While I try not to give too much heed to each scan, it is hard not to, particularly at this point in my treatment. One minute you're on the trial, the next you're off and trying to figure out what your options are, trying to figure out how hope and acceptance can coexist.