However much I think I’m in control of my emotions, yesterday made me realise just how close to the surface they’ve actually been.
On Bank Holiday Monday I had my 4 month baseline MRI scan. I met the oncologist the day after who told me he’d phone me next Tuesday (18th) with the results. So two weeks of relative peace and feeling pretty content with how things were going were to ensue, so I thought.
Then, yesterday I had a missed phone call from the hospital (which I couldn’t return) in the early afternoon. Instantly I assumed they’d found something and wanted me back in fast. There could be no other explanation! So, I sat around for the rest of the afternoon fretting, left a message with my neck team and waited. At 6pm I gave up, assuming they’d all have gone home. Then at 6:30 my lovely, lovely neck nurse rang to tell me that it had been her ringing because she just wanted to tell me herself the good news that there was nothing showing on the scan other than some residual radiotherapy damage.
It’s hard to believe how your emotions can be launched from basement level into the stratosphere in a split second but that’s what they did. I was really shocked at how close to the surface my feelings had been for the past couple of months.
I know it is still very early days but I’m feeling really quite positive, and not a little relieved, this morning. Best wishes to all fellow travellers.
Yes it’s dreadful how the world can just turn upside down. My 12 week MRI was clear my 16 PET/CT not. I sentenced myself to death all over again. A biopsy a week later showed no cancer. They took 8 samples. It’s a miracle our hearts survive all this turmoil.
But wonderful news Mark.
Dani
Base of tongue cancer. T2N0M0 6 weeks Radiotherapy finished January 2019
