OK, which of you jumped the gun and started thinking positive thoughts before Monday? You’re forgiven. Actually I did the same thing and opted to go in today for my x-ray and blood test so that I wouldn’t have to deal with everything on Monday. Also, that way the test results would be ready long before our meeting with the Uncle specialist (you have to have read prior blogs to get that one) Monday afternoon. So I was home not 45 minutes after the test when my cell phone rang. Had to shove my heart back into place as it got lodged in my throat. Those of you that have read this blog from the beginning know exactly who was calling, don’t you? Yup, my pulmonary specialist. I knew it had to be her because she gets notified immediately as soon as any of the tests she ordered are complete.
I was SOO tempted to ignore the call because, with one exception, she has always delivered bad news. Plus the fact that I have been feeling a little tightness return to my chest recently, I was less than my optimistic self. And I didn’t want to ruin the weekend. So when she announced, with obvious excitement in her voice, that my x-ray came back with no visual evidence of any tumor in my lung, I was floored. Her batting average has improved immensely in my eyes. Technically the radiologist report said something about the mass having been “significantly reduced” but my pulmonary doc said she wasn’t sure what the radiologist was looking at because she couldn’t see anything. No mass, no lung collapse, no Fuzzy. Here we are celebrating with a beer 45 seconds later. More like 30 seconds.
We actually tried opening a mini bottle of champagne Kim found in the fridge, but it had gone bad. OK, that was nary a blip and nothing was going to get in the way of our celebration.
Now, I realize that there is no “cure” for what I have, and there are still 3 other areas on my person we need to check out, but you know what? I’ll take it. And run. We’ve got “Lung Fuzzy” on the mat with my foot on its throat and I don’t plan on letting up. Or, if you are as old as dirt and were into wrestling back in the 50’s-60’s like my older brothers, Lung Fuzzy is in a figure-4 leg-lock held in check by The Destroyer. I like that image. 🙂
Hopefully you still have some positive thoughts left as I have my brain MRI on Monday morning and will be discussing the results with my doc in the afternoon. But the positive news I received today gives me a lot more confidence. Damn, that $200 Tarceva pill is worth every cent, eh?
I guess that tightness in my chest must be indigestion or acid reflux or some other malady. Certainly can’t be from any stress in my life. More likely it’s from swinging the bat in baseball. Going 4 for 4 could do that. Sorry, had to sneak that in. We’ll see how I do on Sunday. Forget about the golf story though, will you?
Now that Fuzzy is on the run, I plan on chasing it further with a slight improvement in my diet. Kim will be picking up a juicer and I will be adding some veggie cocktails to my daily regimen. As one of my contacts who is 6+ years out with stage 4 says, just think about it like drinking your medicine. Kim swears she can doctor it up to make it at least be drinkable. Figure I may as well add to the chemical ammunition that my doctor is prescribing.
Celebrated with a previously scheduled dinner tonight with my boss and his wife. Timing is everything, eh? And tomorrow morning I’m off to participate in Rotarians at Work Day helping clean and organize the USO office down at the airport. And if my doc gives me a green light, I hope to be back volunteering at Rady Children’s in a couple weeks. Damn it feels good to be doing regular things.
Keep them vibes coming!
Business as usual. Day at a time.