So. I’ve been busy with PET scans and CAT scans and checks and shifting homes and stressing out about most cancers and this all culminated into a kind of panic assaults the place my chest harm a lot I believed I used to be actually having a coronary heart assault and it was a really laborious week. BUT…
I heard again from my oncology surgeon and he stated that he had superb information as a result of the scans confirmed that my organs had been “grossly regular” and “unremarkable” which looks as if a really insulting method to give excellent news, BUT I WILL FUCKING TAKE IT.
After all, I instantly began worrying that these outcomes should be another person’s as a result of I’m typically “gross” however nearly by no means “regular” and likewise, shouldn’t the scans have picked up the most cancers in my abdomen that we all know is there? However the physician stated he wouldn’t have anticipated these tumors to indicate up on the scans as a result of they’re so small and slow-moving (which my neuroendocrine tumors are) and so helps this confirms that they’re tiny and lazy and the checks had been actually there to only rule out that something is giant or rising. CAN I GET A HELL YEAH? After all, I assume this additionally implies that I might be teeming with teensy, lazy tumors hiding all around the remainder of my physique however my physician was like, “OMG, you’re overthinking it, loopy. Have fun the win.”
Then he talked about that my scans did present some spinal deformities (most likely from my rheumatoid arthritis) and that weirdly made really feel higher as a result of having an excessive amount of medical excellent news was so out-of-character that I used to be beginning to suspect I used to be in some form of coma as a result of I used to be certain they’d a minimum of discover a silent twin or some type of sentient development.
So the tl:dr is that I’ll should do endoscopies and biopsies each 4-6 months for the remainder of my life to ensure the most cancers in my abdomen is staying as lazy as the remainder of me, however except for simply fatigue and the crappiness of forever-testing, it (KNOCK ON ALL THE WOOD) might not trouble me in any respect.
Aaaand in different excellent news (Is small, lazy most cancers excellent news? I say so)…I’m 75% accomplished unpacking, the cats are semi-adjusting to the brand new home, and my editor despatched me a letter that she cherished the draft my subsequent guide. ALL THE WHOOPS!
As proof of life, here’s a image of me unpacking 80 billion books. In my subsequent life I’m going to gather much less heavy issues, like luggage of farts, or scarfs product of cat fur.
Now I’m off to work on guide edits. Want me luck.
PS. Sorry this one isn’t very humorous however I’ve had rather a lot on my plate. I promise I’ve humorous stuff coming as soon as I get previous this subsequent deadline.
PPS. I haven’t unpacked the large hooded cat mattress that Hunter S. Thomcat hides in when he’s freaked out so I acquired one other one however I by accident ordered one that’s manner too small for him to suit into and so as an alternative he simply places it on his head and slinks round like a really unusual turtle…
Final evening I used to be attempting to determine who jogged my memory of and eventually I used to be like, “OH, FUCKING MOZART!” after which Victor checked out me unusually as a result of with out context I assume it appeared like I used to be simply actually mad at Mozart and so I defined, “That’s who the cat jogs my memory of.” And he nonetheless regarded confused (most likely as a result of Hunter wasn’t carrying his mattress hat as a result of he needed me to look even crazier than regular) and that is precisely why we’re going to re-watch Amadeus tonight.
