PET Scan Day The Waiting Game

It’s been a few days since I posted, and I hope you weren’t worried that I was feeling awful — because I wasn’t! From Saturday through right now, I’ve felt surprisingly great. No pain pills, no nausea meds, no reason for nausea meds. It’s been a fabulous stretch — almost enough to make me forget I’m fighting Cancer Boy. Almost.

But when you’re in this battle, even the good days come with a shadow. No matter how great you feel, that little voice in your head never quite shuts up:
“Is this working?”
“Am I getting better?”
“Will I have to ditch this chemo and start all over again?”
It’s always there, quietly humming along in the background of every moment.

Today is PET scan day — the big one. The test that tells us if things are getting better, holding steady, or spreading. It should feel exciting, but honestly? It’s terrifying. More terrifying than a haunted house.

So after a few blissful days “off,” I’m suiting up again — lucky shirt on, battle mind engaged, and (in theory) my best poker face in place. (In reality, I’m about as unreadable as a Hallmark card.)

Cross your fingers. Cross your toes. Whisper to Mother Earth or pray to your God — I’ll take all the good vibes you can send.
And know that I’m deeply grateful for every single one of you who cares. 💚