The results
I had the PET scan on Friday. My appointment was for 10:00, and I was back to work at noon. Just after 2 p.m., my surgeon called with the results of the scan. The news isn’t good, nor is it unexpected. The troublemaker spot on my liver is more cancer. Not a different kind; the lung cancer has metastasized into my liver, which means that surgery won’t heal me. It’s back to the oncologist for treatment.
On Friday, several people asked me if I had heard any results yet, and I just wasn’t ready to share that news; I hope they will forgive me. I felt like I had to absorb this new development, then inform my family before I shared it with everyone else.
I don’t know what my options are at this point. I called the oncologist late on Friday afternoon to get a first available appointment, but was not successful. I’ll call on Monday morning and start that ball rolling. Again.
I’m full of anger and disbelief. I followed the instructions. I ate. I rested. I made and attended the follow-up appointments. I was recovering. I was progressing well, everybody said so, so WHAT HAPPENED??
So many questions. So much frustration.