Scanned

 Yesterday I went and got a PET scan. My scan before that (back in August) was a CT scan, the idea being that PET scans are better at judging tumor activity and CT scans are better at judging tumor size, so it's good to alternate. A PET scan involves being made slightly radioactive with an injection and then spending a long time lying very still inside a big machine that reads the radioactivity—kind of like a very big, three-dimensional Geiger counter. I'm very glad for my port at times like this, as it means I don't have to get the injection in a vein. The lab tech is also glad for my port, as it means she doesn't have to find my vein!

And now we wait. Anxiety surrounding scans is so well known in the cancer world that it's even acquired its own portmanteau word, scanxiety. I certainly felt that anxiety back in April when I had my first post-chemo PET scan, but I'm pleased to be able to report that I am not feeling particularly anxious as I await my results this time. For one thing, I'm pretty sure the results will be good—where "good" in this context means either stable disease or shrinking tumors. Only progression of the disease is considered bad. For another thing, if the results are bad, then I really want to know so that we can take defensive measures.

I'll let you know how it turns out!