Ok, it’s not that bad, seriously. But since I’m a big, whiny scaredy-cat – I don’t wanna get a port!! But alas, it looks as though I must. I’ve been getting IV infusions every three weeks since February and between that, blood draws, and IVs placed for MRIs and PET scans, my veins are full of scar tissue. I met with my oncologist earlier (all good things, all good things) and I mentioned to him how hard it’s been for them to get blood and put in IV’s lately and I ask, “Am I supposed to tell you that?” and he just kinda makes a face and says, “Yeah, you are supposed to tell me that.” Haha, sometimes I wonder what he must think of me! So then he recommended the dreaded port and said I could wait til right after Christmas to get it, so that’s what we will do.
I know, I know, they’re not that bad. But, since that doesn’t fit my narrative of being terrified of it, I will choose to ignore that fact 😉
I also have to go see an endocrinologist as something seems to be killing my thyroid. Is it from the chemo? Maybe. The radiation? Possibly. All of the contrasts and junk pumped into me during scans? Could be. Oh, the joys! But, if they can fix my thyroid levels, I could conceivably shake this permanent tiredness, brain fog, and weight gain. That would be the bomb, for real though. It’s actually a really neat thought that at this point all of my symptoms could be from the treatments and none actually from the cancer itself.
After the chemo (that I’m getting as I type this), I will head downstairs for an MRI of my brain. Yikes. I hate MRIs and I hate what the conceivable bad news could mean, but I feel optimistic. We know I have a brain tumor, just gotta see what that little bugger is up to. Will let you know what I hear!