I took this blue-tailed skink at the park on Sunday. It’s been a LONG four weeks. It started after my first post-cancer appointment. The doctor said, “You look great, welcome to remission.” Then a few hours later, I got a phone call, “Hold up, your CA-125 (cancer antigen) is abnormal, and you have to schedule a PET Scan.”
Then, anxiety hit, and hit HARD! First, it was scheduling the exam, which was cancelled THREE times, because the machine was broke. Finally, I got the exam scheduled, and I had anxiety about the scan itself. It’s a three hour test, and you have to sit in a room by yourself for an hour after getting an IV.
Now, it’s waiting for the results. I didn’t realize that if the scan is clear they don’t call you and tell you its clear, instead they call you, and make an appointment. Every thought goes through your mind. I hear the doctor saying, “Your cancer never went away, your cancer is back, kiss your kids good-bye, your going back on chemo, or congratulations– you’re all done.” The nurses, techs, and doctor gives you no hint at what’s coming on results day. From what I know is if it’s bad– he tells you to come in immediately, or the radiologist calls the doctor quickly.
So now, here I sit, with scan anxiety. What are the symptoms? Every symptom of cancer– real and imagined. I have not slept, I have barely been able to eat, I am irritable towards my kids, I rage, I swear, and I cry. It takes every ounce of energy to go about my daily life. I have been officially diagnosed with PTSD. I feel utterly INSANE. It is not a condition just for Army Troops returning from war. Last night at 3:00 AM, I swore I smelled and tasted saline, which is a sensation you get when you have an IV inserted.
What can you do? If you are the praying type– please pray, if you are an atheist, just send me positive thoughts… I need them right now.