A PET / CT scan is scheduled for this Friday, September 26th to determine if the cancer has spread beyond the pelvic area. Dr. Brader always renews my hope. I want to hold onto the comments when he tells me the cancer may not have went beyond the groin lymph nodes, that it is a good sign that it hasn’t spread distantly yet, and that by the time it does, there may be a new less toxic drug available for me. Then the doubting part of me says the cancer is present in the pelvis so why wouldn’t it spread farther out, and I stress about having to deal with whatever the PET scan shows. I feel emotionally weak and cannot imagine having another surgery ANYWHERE. Then I reign my thoughts in and remind myself to just deal with today. Today is a rainy, electric blanket, Netflix-watching day. One in which my family and I belly laugh at pictures online taken of people’s reactions at a haunted house. One in which we ALL pitch in and do the chores. One in which we strategize with Settlers of Catan. It may seem like a simple day to some, but to me it seems simply wonderful. Holding on and taking one day at a time, Just Pamela
Ps. 118:24 “This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it”.