Those were the comforting words said to me by the nurse this morning. Never mind that the dye makes you hot and tingly in a way that isn't as pleasant as you'd hope, you get to look forward to feeling like you've wet yourself without actually doing so. And they say cancer isn't glamorous.
I got the first appointment so I was in and out very quickly once I'd stopped feeling like my face might fall off. The scan itself was fine. If anything that early in the morning I had half hoped it might take longer so I could have a little snooze but no such luck.
The American accented machine voice was a joy. Breath in says he. Hold your breath. My pathetic asthmatic lungs struggled with this bit but he seemed pretty insistent. Breath out! Thank the lord I thought I would turn purple...oh hang on....Breath in! Bugger.
I did the sensible thing and pointed out my new lumps but it'll be a little while until I find out just how far my rebellious cells have travelled. In the meantime I am off to work to try to stop dwelling on the bizarre goings on in cancer land!
