Am I living in an episode of Grey's or ER?

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Well, today I don't have much to write about except for the boring wait for my PET scan.  When I was a kid, I thought that a PET scan was a scan of your family pet.  Duh, I was super wrong.

During said waiting, I had some realizations.

1- My life has turned into a full blown medial drama.  I can't quite decide if I'm more “Grey's Anatomy” or “ER.”  I mean I am definitely NOT House, sadly because they know that I have cancer and it's curable.  Also, my doctor is not a sexy doctor walking with a cane (He had something, ok?), but rather a lovely woman.  Boring.  But she's brilliant so there's that.

2- While waiting to go into the “quiet room” before my scan, I got scared that I was going to be seriously radioactive.  Like glowing yellow.  The stuff they inject you with actually IS radioactive, so I can't be near the kids for a day.  Ok its only 6 hours, but the kids need to hang with Grandma and Grandpa during the week right?  I should be relaxing and enjoying the quiet but I'm not.  Back to my point.  While I was waiting, there was an older man in the quiet room.  Not to be gross, but he pissed all over the bathroom I think.  Like to the point that they were worried about radioactivity.  How do you like that picture?  They then told me to go in that room.  OH HELL NO.  I wouldn't go in there until I knew it was safe.  I mean I already have cancer, but I'm not interested in turning into the Incredible Hulk or something today.  After I was assured it was safe, I sat on the chair and relaxed.  For the first time today.

3- PET Scans are oddly relaxing.  So much so that I fell asleep.  Everyone could use a scan every now and then, or maybe just a day at the spa.

4- The scan was clear in the lymph nodes.  Thank G-D!


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