Hi sweethearts, today is D-Day! Two years post surgery, two years post tumor. Am I still free of this life ruiner? Or do I need to undergo radiotherapy because it’s back?
I must say I got up with a brick in my stomach. I’m extremely nervous although I already know the procedures and methods they will use. Needles, I hated them before, I hate them now and I guess I will always hate them.not that I know anyone who likes them but I have this kind of phobia (nerves x 1000 for me, hurray!).
It’s 5:30, my boyfriends alarm goes off and we need to get up. My appointment at radiology is at 9 AM but I need to be there at least 45 minutes before. Our appointment with the professor is at 10:30 AM. Eating this morning was hard, very hard. I chocked, my throat did not wanted to accept the everyday oatmeal I normally eat. Because I need to be strong today in shoved it in. Nauseated we, my mom, boyfriend and myself, left to the hospital at 6:19 AM.
We arrived at 7:15 am at the hospital. I signed in and now the waiting game has officially begon.
The worden 9 AM quickly changed to 7:45 AM. Never had that before but definitely not complaining. The only negative side (too me): the needles came quicker than expected so I was a bit in ‘shock’. They had to administer an infusion and they had to try three times to get it right. THREE DAMN TIMES! I’ve never had that before. And of course, since I hate needles and injections … Guess who almost fainted three times? The first time they tried in the vain of my armpit, shoving with that needle but than it seemed it was not good enough. The second time they tried in the vain of my right hand but that one just snapped. The third time they called in an anesthesiologist who had to do it. Again in my right hand and boy oh boy, did that hurt like hell! So yes I laid there with pain for 30 minutes. When they injected the radioactive I felt it so much that I nearly fainted again. Oh the joy. Now I have three beautiful bruises and an important photoshoot tomorrow (more about that soon)… Whoops! On to the next appointment at 10:30AM. Oh and did I mention my best friend also has an MRI? We always seem to meetup at hospitals (joke between us haha).
At 10.40, the neurosurgeon called my name: Mrs Vanderstraeten. I was shivering all over my body of fear. He first asked me how I felt. I explained everything to him, every detail. And then he said: YOUR SCAN WAS PERFECT! I was sooooooo happy! Another year, year 2 already, without a tumor. There was no sign of any regrowth or new tumors. I’ve got a 10% chance it will come back and have 3 years to go to be declared as ‘healthy’ and ‘cancer free’. Receiving this news is one of the best things in life, I can tell you that!
So what to do now? I will still try to improve my health and physical well being by working out as much as I can and by eating healthy because it makes me feel good.
Thank you to everybody who wished me luck today via DM/E-mail, throughout a comment on Facebook/Instagram or through an SMS.
I love you all.