I dropped D at the airport this morning. I miss him already.
I have a lab appointment at the hospital at one. Then I’ll pick up the kids (including my furboi).
I’ve taken most of the week off. I’m trying to process everything.
I got an interesting call from my oncologist on Friday afternoon. She told me the PET does not confirm that the cancer has spread. She’s getting second opinions from two other doctors, and is supposed to call sometime today with more info. So right now it’s up in the air as to whether I will be staying the course or starting the new treatment. I have only told a couple of people this information.
Don’t get excited. Hope is a dangerous thing. I refuse to feel hopeful. I just feel tired instead.