I'm waiting on a call or letter to advise my new start date for radiation therapy given that my last chemo was cancelled. This afternoon, my radiation oncologist called and I was expecting him to tell me when I was starting (albeit a bit strange for the Doctor himself to call) but apparently what he needed to do was talk to me about the node in my neck where the cancer spread. For those interested or looking for new scrabble or crossword words, the area is technically called Supraclavicula fossa.
Now naturally, I got a tad nervous because, well, we are talking about the area the cancer spread outside of the breast and I did just have a scan to map and plan my radiation treatment. What I wasn't expecting was to be asked to come in for him to physically examine me and show him where the lump originally was, because in his words, the chemo worked too well, and they can't find the node that the cancer invaded!!!!
WELL, blow me down and call me excited. That was as good as saying to me... it's okay Donna, we got it all. I had been worrying about this area as I have residual swelling (aka a pissed off gland) and despite the surgeon, the oncologist and my own boss/gp all physically checking it and telling me that they couldn't find any lump, as any cancer patient/survivor will tell you, ANYTHING worries us.
Now if just had the taste buds for a glass of bubbly..... or if I had in fact any alcohol at all... I'd be having a quiet celebratory drink. Alas though, the kidneys need a good flush so good old H2O it will be. Yay me!
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