As we discussed with Dr. O’Keefe over the weekend, Monday afternoon we headed in to get a PET/CT Scan — a routine with which I have become really familiar. First off is a weigh-in, and I was interested to see what weight class I would be fighting in knowing that I had lost a lot of weight over the past couple of weeks. I hadn’t intentionally been loosing weight but had been following a healthier diet when I suddenly noticed the pounds shedding…definitely a little quicker than I would have liked. Prior to amputation I weighed 195, shortly after 175, and now a 147 pounds. With the tumors already visibly spreading on my stump and down a significant amount of weight, this is when I decided I would start eating whatever sounded good again. So, Shannon volunteered to run to Amiel’s to get my favorite roast beef sub on white bread while I was getting scanned.
Meanwhile I had to choke down a cocktail of thick, white, nasty contrast. As if the drink wasn’t disgusting enough, it comes out of a large bottle that always reminds me of elementary school paste…not something that looks like it is meant to be consumed. Usually I get away with just a little butterfly needle that is painless, but because this was also a diagnostic CT scan I would need an IV. I’ve become very used to needles and don’t have nearly the fear that I used to, but for some reason I just was not in the mood today to be poked and prodded. But after a small prick, the rest was easy; an hour of rest and relaxation while the injection circulates followed by a 20 minute scan. I was just relieved when the scan was finally over so we could get home and continue renewing my junior-high history education with the American Experience series while kicking back and enjoying my coveted Amiel’s sub. Now it’s just waiting for the results.