Turns out my aunt more than likely does not have cancer again.  The radiologist was asked to look at the films as if she didn’t have cancer before.  This is good news but a horrible scare.  She will still have a bone scan.

As much as I don’t like having MBC, I would prefer to be the only one in my family that does get it.  We’ve had enough death and tragedy.  We don’t need more.

Makes you wonder how many false alarms there are.  Do people have cancer treatment without having cancer or do they dig deeper, biopsies, more tests etc to confirm their diagnosis?

Cancer seems to love my family.  One of my aunts found out today that she has cancer in her hip.  A tumour, metastatic, bone, not sure yet.  She gets to go to the cancer clinic. She had a CT yesterday and has a bone scan scheduled.   She had breast cancer in 2014 and was “cured”.

Will this ever end or will cancer just keep picking away at us?

I have been feeling happy and healthy and content.  Funny how just a lil’ ol’ CT scan can screw that up.  It isn’t just the scan that does it though.  Anything cancer related; scan, appointment, pharmacist all take the hot air out of my balloon, bringing me back down to earth to let me know that I’m not healthy and then staying happy and content is tough.  Takes me a couple of days to get over the anxiety.

Today’s appointment was easy peasy.  I went through the whole song and dance of them not being able to get the catheter in and stuff, to do it on my other arm, lymphedema be damned.  She asked to try and low and behold, she got it in on the first try.

I’ve lost count of how many CT scans I’ve had.  Wonder how many more I will have?

Went to a funeral today for a co-worker who was diagnosed 3 years ago with metastatic colon cancer.  She was told to get her affairs in order when she was diagnosed but she refused.  She said she had stuff to do yet and wasn’t ready.  And she did the stuff until she was ready.   Parts of the speeches today were in her words and that made it all the more special.

My nickname for her was “magpie”  because she never let up when she got her mind set on something and continued to natter in your ear until you saw things her way.

I remember calling her and telling her I have MBC and she said that she thought for sure I was going to beat this thing.  She never thought she was brave or courageous, she was just doing what she had to do.  I understand that.

She will be missed.