Because my doctor is awesome, she got the CT results for our appointment on Tuesday. Because the results weren’t what we were expecting, I wasn’t ready to share until today.
It wasn’t clear.
There’s a few cysts that have appeared since my last CT and we’re not entirely sure what’s inside them. They appear to be liquid (not solid on the CT, which is a good thing), but we won’t know for sure until they biopsy them.
Luckily, we can do a biopsy with a needle and not another surgery. Currently trying to get scheduled with radiology and then we’ll await the results. We should know more in a week or so.
This is what is so scary about cancer. It’s hard not to think “what if” and that’s a feeling that will likely never go away. Results like these don’t help. More unknown. More waiting. Managing my anxiety these past few weeks has been difficult, but I’ve (mostly) been able to do it, with the help of Ativan (thank you, modern medicine) and physical activity.
New mantra: Worry about the things you can control, not the things you can’t.