Last night at 6:30 p.m. I got a phone call from my oncologist. He wants to do a kidney function test as soon as possible...hopefully, the next day. Abbotsford hospital will call with the details.
Now...I just finished the bone scan, the lung biopsy and a CT scan...so, my mind is going a mile a minute wondering what went wrong...what showed up? Me? I choose to ignore the whole situation and try to not think about it at all. Actually, I even dropped off to sleep right way without my mind going and going over it all. I guess Rick wasn't so lucky. He said he never got a wink of sleep. I just told him my mantra is: 1) Was there anything that can be done about it? NOPE. 2) Was getting all upset over it going to change the situation? NOPE. Just go with it!
So...this morning at 7:23 a.m. Abbotsford hospital calls and says they want to do the test this morning at 9:00. Have I eaten anything? Nope. Stay hydrated...clear fluids only. Okay, Rick is working with a friend this morning and can't take me to the hospital. Who do I know who is awake that I can call to get me there? Hello, Gillian...? Off to the hospital we go and we sit and sit and sit as usual waiting for my turn.
Finally, they call me in to Nuclear Radiation and my first question...what is wrong? Nothing...phew...just a pre-chemotherapy test on my kidneys to see how they are. Relief is not spelled R-O-L-A-I-D-S! The tech says Dr. Keith is the best and if she ever got cancer...he is who she would want. It is nice to hear that I have the best fighting for me. A different tech knocks and now Dr. Keith wants another blood test run so up to the lab in a few minutes. Two arms with needles...one for the radioactive solution and the other for the blood tests. Three vials of blood from one arm...one injection in the other arm. Now I have two hours to kill before I come back so, off to the lab I go.
The lab does not have a requisition yet and she phones down to Dr. Keith's office to get one. What do you mean you won't use the port? Sorry, no more holes today...I will take the requisition with me and they can draw it in Nuclear Radiation when they draw the rest of my blood.
Half an hour later...requisition in hand...I head off to the cafeteria for something to eat and find a quiet spot to eat and read a book while I am waiting. Back to the NR for more blood...three more vials later...requisition handed over and back in one hour. Off to a quiet spot again to kill time. Back to NR and this time it is four vials...back in one hour for the last three vials. This time they want to do a quick CT scan of my arm to see if any radioactive solution got under my skin...passed that test and I am on my way.
Dump off my coat...get rid of the tape and gauze on my arm...grab the masking tape...tape off my craft room getting ready for a fresh coat of paint tomorrow. I have crafting supplies in the middle of the room, in our bedroom, in the laundry room, in the dining room and the family room. I can't wait to set up the new furniture and unpack and downsize as I am organizing.
Sitting on the floor masking off the baseboards and the phone rings...Dr. Keith's office...he wants to see me on Wednesday...wonderful...I don't have to wait another week to get the results.
Where am I? Trying to not think about it (see mantra above). I know there is a real possibility the cancer has spread from my lungs to my bones. I know there is a real possibility that I don't even have the two years. So...until I hear different from my doctor...I am pulling a Scarlet O'Hara, "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow".
I'll go on...still swimming.