As of October 25th I’m officially in remission. May 5th — October 25th. Almost 6 months. What a long 6 months. It still feels astonishing to me that I was ever diagnosed with cancer..
My oncologist didn’t bother with another PET/CT scan since my mid-point scan showed no activity. If it was practically dead halfway, what are the odds it could have increased in virility after 2 more months of chemo, plus 17 days of radiation? Makes sense to me. I hope it’s the case.
So instead of a PET/CT I got a quick x-ray to document the size and appearance of the scar tissue. The radiation tech allowed me to take a peek at the resulting image (wish I would have taken a quick cell phone pic now). It looks to be about the size of a very large potato. I don’t think I’ll ever breathe the same again and I can feel its constant presence in my chest, but I can’t really complain. My life has been extended.
I have a CT scan scheduled in December to double check that there is no fast-recurring disease. It’s a small chance.. but it’s there. And if it happens it’s best to catch it quick.
So now it’s watch and wait. I feel myself for lumps everyday. I pay attention to how I breathe, how I feel. I’m on alert for itchy skin and night sweats.
Hopefully though, this is the last of it.