At my last appointment with Dr. D, he ordered a CT Scan to be done before my next visit (which will be at the end of the month). Now, I’ve had scans up the yin-yang for the past six years, so this one should be fairly routine. But there is always that question which lurks at the back of my mind. “Why?â€.
Did he see something at that last appointment that makes him suspect that the cancer might be stirring? Don’t know. Sure, my numbers rose a little bit but the difference was minuscule, so he didn’t appear concerned with that.
Should I be worried? Maybe.
Am I? Nope.
I’ve learned long ago that worrying doesn’t do any good. At this point there isn’t anything I can do about it. I’ll know soon enough. Then I’ll deal with it.
So, being the good little patient that I am, I’ll be trotting off this morning for a CT Scan. For those who have never gone through a CT scan, it’s a very simple process. You get to endure an hour of drinking that nasty lemonade cocktail and getting the needle … ick. (After all these years, I still don’t like needles.) They have to hook you up for the iodine dye used for the contrast. The scan itself is nothing. The hardest thing I have to do is lie still. Hell, half the time, I fall into a semi-sleep. If you’re claustrophobic, getting eased into the donut circle might make you a little anxious, but you would get talked through it. I’m not claustrophobic, so this is no problem for me. The test itself is over within a few minutes … ten tops.
So, the next time you’re scheduled for a scan … relax. Its an important tool for your treatment. Inconvenient? Sure. I have to take time off of work to get this done, but it’s a small price to pay to make sure everything is on an even keel.
And remember to repeat after me …“YOU ARE A CANCER WINNERâ€