This past Thursday, James drove up for his first PET/CT scan in awhile. It’s hard not to feel easily distracted and sick to my stomach leading up to these tests, and then waiting an undetermined amount of time for the results. And then *poof*, they show-up in the Stanford app… cryptically written in a language reminiscent of English, primarily to be interpreted by the level of the person who finally calls. You know things are good when the call comes from someone with a desk job. That’s the best.
This morning my spidey sense kicked-in as I was walking from the break room to my office. My backpack buzzed—James texting me. Somehow I knew it was about the results of the scan. Coincidentally, today marks six months to the day from when all this began.
Gratefully, the report was good news: No abnormal FDG activity to suggest recurrent or metastatic disease.
Thank efFingDG. Thank you, thank you, thank you.