Nestled snuggly in between the space just past Thanksgiving and right before the days when the mayhem of Christmas begins, there was a visit with the oncologist. And it was frightfully anticlimactic. Almost boring. Some may say benign.
It’s taken me all this time, almost a week, to even share the events with you because really not all that much happened. And I find myself in a bit of a panic over it. Scared, in a new way. Afraid of what is no longer familiar.
I suppose I should share the news that I’m okay. The MRI went fine, no complications with the contrast solution. Literally strapped into a new contraption that held my legs down and not one twitch of anxiety to note. Tumor is stable still. I buried the lead. Oncology could not be happier with my results. A handshake, a nod. Off I go. See you in…
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