So, do you want the good news or the not so good news first? Let’s do the good news first… Today I started the prep for the next summit. I drove down – yes I drove by myself – another small victory (good news, but not The Good News) – to the hospital today to get a chest and abdomen CT scan. A rather new hospital wing with a bright and shiny new CT imager (still not The Good News). I’m not going to tell you how much the deductible (NO: egenandel) was, but it was outrageous – more about that later. Anyway after the scan the radiologist said that the result would be ready in 24 hours. I have an appointment to go over the result on Friday so I was not expecting to get any fast feedback or results. 

On my way back home my oncologists’ nurse called me – to let me know the result – impressively fast results. The Good News is – there is no visible cancer on the scan – not even the 1cm x 3cm x 1mm tumor on the diaphragm can be seen. You can all imagine my surprise and joy – so completely and utterly unexpected and fantastic. Can this be for real? Did the removal of the primary tumor and the chemotherapy actually make it go away? I am left stunned and incredibly … happy is a too mild word if this is true. I will know for sure when I meet my doctors on Friday, but – wow – I still can’t believe it. I don’t have words to describe the feeling. I’m actually numb.

So to the not so good news. This also adds to the mental numbness; there is a spot on my right lung – not cancer – but a blood clot – not small – I don’t know how large. This definitely stunned me quite a bit and partly drowned my happiness. I do not know how large or how serious. It is clearly large enough and serious enough for the radiologist to immediately call my doctor that immediately told his nurse to quickly call me to let me know that I immediately needed to head back down to the hospital to pick up blood thinner from the pharmacy. So not much else to do than to go back and pick up the medication. The medication is Lovenox (enoxaparin injections). Blood thinner injections – wow – feels very serious. And no doubt is this serious and this clearly has to be treated right away – no time to lose. So, now I am injecting myself – or not really – James is injecting me (I can’t do it yet) once per day in my love handles (just like insulin injections) – once per day for several weeks – until the clot is gone. The good news in the not so good news is that it is very treatable, but has to be dealt with fast. And the probable cause is me not being able to move a lot during the three last months. Get off your butts people! Move! Don’t let this happen to you. I’m for sure going to get my daily walks in from now on.

I will know much more about both of these results when I see my doctors at the end of the week – and oh boy do I have a lot of questions. I am still in disbelief that I can possibly be tumor free already. That is so unbelievable to me that I will not quite believe it before I have talked to my doctors. I will keep you updated. Maybe there is no second summit (HIPEC) for me after all – I’m ok with that.