I’m sick of hearing myself talk about this crap. That’s probably a good sign. The ugly voices in my head have not yet tired of themselves, unfortunately.

Tomorrow’s the PET/CT scan. That means starting tonight I’m not supposed to exercise, and should eat lightly, tapering off to NPO in the morning. They want my metabolism at as low an ebb as possible. (In which case, about 9:30 at night would be the perfect time for this procedure.) This is the giant radioactive spider test, as previously described here.

As several people noted yesterday, one reason I’m so incredibly stressed about this particular set of scans is this where we find out how significant the suspected metastasis is. The July scans were inconclusive, but due to the margin of error in the CT process, a growth factor of up to 50% could have been obscured. If the two sites are in fact growing, it should be indisputable in this upcoming scan. If they are not growing, then that leads down other paths.

arrives this afternoon. Due to some unexpected deadlines at the Day Jobbe, was going to pick her up at the airport while I worked through, but her own self came down quite ill overnight with an upper respiratory infection. (I am maintaining the pretense I am not catching that from her.) And tomorrow is ‘s birthday, so there will be a family gathering in the evening, which as my PET/CT is conveniently fairly early in the morning, is all to the good.

I may miss a blog day tomorrow, depending on my stress levels and timing issues. Stay tuned if so. I’ll be back.

Also, a bit of personal history on the cancer, for newer readers: [ jlake.com | LiveJournal ].