Morning of the Petscan, one of THE most important days of treatment, time to find out if all of the pain, sleepless nights, hours upon hours of sitting in a waiting room, loss of hair, emotional roller coaster journey has been worth it! I know if news is God forbid not good Frank will NEVER go through this again. My daughter will be coming with us, she is throwing up while I am trying to stop a panic attack. In the car I am blasting the air getting as close to the vent as possible gulping for air! Frank is sure he still has Cancer he feels it in his throat he’s prepared for the worst, I can’t bring myself to think that way, or at the very least not let him know I am. I find myself crying and can’t stop, my mind is everywhere! I need to pull it together for Frank and my children they need me, I’m mentally drained! His petscan takes an hour and a half then we have appointment with the chemo doctor. As we get to appointment the nurse says there are no results. The fuck there isn’t, we are NOT leaving to wait for a phone call! By the time the doctor comes in the results are in:
Insert Negative Nelly: they couldn’t find where the Cancer originated from in the first place, who’s to say it’s not ‘hiding’ again? Doctor says we may never know where it started and hopefully we never will! Our next move is to see the ENT and radiation doctors if they say we are in the clear we will officially be in remission!
Cancer-free looks good on him!