So, back in April I had a CT scan. Unfortunately, I was supposed to have scanS. I will go Wednesday to get the rest of the scans.
I get drink the yummy liquid that sends my stomach into odd convulsions. I get to sit on pins and needles until my oncologist calls giving me the all clear.
Yes, it's all for he best.
I spent a week in Disney, walking miles, enjoying the sites. Summer has come to Chicago. My planting for he season is just about done. I have put away my sweaters and replaced them with shorts, sandals, and dresses. And yet I sit in the same place I did almost 2 months ago...all because of a clerical error.
I wish I could be scanned for cancer as easily as I got scanned to make sure I wasn't bringing weapons onto the plane to Disney. I wish I didn't worry even though I know I am well. I wish people I work with would understand how sick the contrast solution makes me. I wish they would understand that the new order management system is never going to be my first priority. It can't be. My first priority will always be my health.
