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?