So, tomorrow is the day. My Pet Scan. I lay in a chair very quiet without moving for an hour while they inject me with dye. I have no idea what it is made out of, but I do have to promise not to go to the Airport or the Fort for 48 hours or so after. Then I hop into a huge machine and do the only thing I knew to do last time….pray. The same words over and over again during the whole thing. Please God, have mercy on me.
This time I am looking for a sign that treatment is over… in January I was starring down the barrel of just beginning treatment. Ohhhh how far I’ve come. It’s weird, but even though my treatment is officially over…I still feel about the same. I’m scared. I’m more than scared….I’m petrified. I know what chemo is, and it’s something I never want to do again. Never. It ruined my life, and the after effects are continuing to ruin it. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy…no one deserves that hell.
So, my next update will be a big one….stay tuned. Say a prayer for me if you have time:) XOXOXO
P.S.- this is not my tattoo, just a funny one from the internet