I have subsequently had a really trying week (changing appointment times, having to negotiate and fix many bureaucratic issues with staff who don't know me, treatment and two dentist visits, culminating in a spectacularly messy and traumatic root canal) but I've a phone call from my oncologist that put it all in perspective.
Dr. G: "Guess what your MRI showed?"
Me: "Well, you probably wouldn't have put it like that if it had showed anything bad...So...It didn't show anything?"
Dr. G (sounding jubilant): "Nothing! No active disease, no residual disease just the effects of surgery."
Me: "So my brain is like my liver now. It looks like it's been through the wars but otherwise it's just fine?"
Dr. G: "That's right!"
Me: "And that's it?"
Dr. G: "Yup! Otherwise, it shows diddly squat." ( I believe that's the technical medical term)
I feel far more relieved and happy about this than I did when I had the CT. Not that I take the situation with Herceptin for granted but I do know that it has worked for me for more than 6 years. My brain, on the other hand, remains unprotected. From now on, I'll be experiencing every clean MRI as a gift.
Life is good.
Bring on the root canals.
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