This is not the blog post you’re looking for.
My oncologist called yesterday evening with my scan results, which was tip-off #1 that this was not going to be a good call. My scans showed a couple very small spots in my lungs.
Apparently, spots can sometimes show up on scans for no reason, and my doctor claims he is 99% sure they are nothing but normal aberrations. But this Betty. The bitch hid 7 centimeters of tumor in my ear. My doctor can be optimistic, but I know what we’re dealing with.
As of now, the spots are too small to biopsy. Obviously, if it turns out that Betty has finally learned to travel, things change. The current treatment plans are now on hold because of it. We wait and I’ll get scanned again in a few weeks. I’m going to see the doctor on Monday to discuss more.
And tip-off #2 that things are bad, despite my doc’s 99% optimism? It went like this:
Doc: I see you have an appointment with Surgeon on Tuesday. Can you come down to meet with us both on Monday instead?
Me (thinking, hell yes, I’ll have to make that work): Sure.
Doc: I can do anytime after two. What works best for you?
To me, that speaks as loudly to BAD as the time my dermatologist gave me her personal cell number.