Now to continue the trend, I think we need a Betty Must Die the lunchbox, the breakfast cereal, and the flamethrower. (Bonus points if you get the reference.)
Surgery is scheduled. I can hear. Things can always get worse, and that’s actually good.
My surgery has been scheduled for Monday, March 23, in the afternoon. This is me giving the world’s quietest cheer. I’m in pretty much constant pain at this point, so even the surgeon (#1 for those keeping track) suggested I might feel less pain post-surgery. I might need an overnight for this one, but they will make that determination the day of. I have never needed an overnight hospital stay in my life, so this is weird.
My CT scan showed what the surgeon expected to find, which is not great (great would be “Hey, looks like Betty has gone into spontaneous remission!”), but it’s not as bad as it could be. With cancer, so long as things could be worse, there’s reason to remain hopeful, I suppose. Anyway, Betty has not reached my bone so I won’t be losing any bits of my skull, and she’s not too deep into my ear canal. Basically, she hasn’t gone anywhere yet that makes surgery impossible. Surgeon #1 and my oncologist are still hopeful that they can eventually cut out all of her. Given those circumstances, they might not opt for radiation yet.
In more minor news, I had my hearing tested on Wednesday after my CT scan, and I was told I have perfectly normal hearing. It’s nice to know something about my health can be described as normal.
Thank you to everyone who has sent me cards and photos recently! I love the baby photos! 🙂