I went back to get the scan that I was not able to do the day before due to the broken CT machine. I got the scan then picked up the report and CD of the scan from the day before. It was all clear. Nothing indicating cancer. I went home relieved and planned to call my brother to let him know.
But before I called him, I jumped in the shower. I had to go to a wake for a friend of mine who had breast cancer. A wonderful person who dealt with it for years. I got out of the showered, put on my suit, then checked my phone.
"This is Dr ___, call me the moment you get this message, it is urgent." Not the words you want to hear. I called and waited for a return call. I answered and he started with "You are young and in otherwise good health..." I asked him, "Cancer?" He said he could not say for sure since he was not an expert. Playing it close to the vest. I picked up the report the next day before heading to the funeral. Looked pretty clear to me.
I went to the funeral and started figuring out the next moves.
I am trying to mark certain dates when going along all of this. Today is a pretty big one. I slept about 11 hours last night. Then had another 2 hour nap or so a few hours later, but coming out of the chemo hangover portion of the last treatment. And I could not let this day pass without at least trying to do something. So I made it to the bike trainer. 3% faster on MPH and 3% more power than I did on the same route/time on Rouvy January 3.
#iTri4ACure
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