So I’m writing this entry from back home. Less than 24 hours in hospital and I’m out again, not to return until the 23rd.
I’m still quite amazingly spaced and tired from the chemo, so I’ll keep this short and sweet: I’ve started chemo session #3, and am to book an appointment for a big deep scan of some sort (chest, abdomen, stomach, the lot) at a clinic of my choice (anywhere I can find with space, basically – the hospital itself is fully booked up) for two weeks’ time. The results of this scan will be compared with those from a similar scan I had done just before my diagnosis – and from this, the docs can see how well the treatment has been going.
So: a temporary reprieve from The Scene.
But there’s more – and I’m having real trouble here in trying to keep my hopes from spiralling up out of all control. On arrival at the hospital yesterday, I had a chest X-ray on my lungs, one of the places my (stomach-originating) cancer has spread to. Today, before checking me out, the doc who gave me the run-down on all of the above said this new X-ray shows “une amélioration” (an improvement) from the one I had before being diagnosed. My lungs are clearer than before I started the chemo.
He was careful to emphasise we have to do the big scan before reaching conclusions about how I’m progressing. But he was smiling.
When he left the room, I cried like a baby. I’m about to cry again now – time for a sleep, I think. I can’t let myself read too much into this, I just can’t – but my lungs, at least, are showing signs of improvement. Improvement!
I fear this post has crossed the line into fatal mawk. I’m stopping now, blaming the chemo, and going to see I have more success reading Galaxy Quest on my home DVD player than on my laptop.