It was a great day yesterday. Alice had her post-chemo PET/CT scan in the morning and we met with the oncologist in the afternoon. When the Dr. came in she was all smiles and said that everything looked good. No traces of cancer cells anywhere and her lab results from the blood sample were good too. We had expected these results and neither one of us was all worried. However, the impact of this message is taking its time sinking in.
On the way home, I told Alice that now that she is all well, she will have to start taking care of herself and start cooking and stuff. NO MORE MR. NICE GUY, I said to her. She had her answer ready. She says that she had been reading about the treatment and it is usual for the caregivers to drop their caregiving as soon as the treatment is over. The article she read said that it is a mistake to expect the patient to pick up their pre-treatment schedules because the effects of the treatment last weeks to months and sometimes years. Not having seen the article, I decided not to challenge her. And then she says, as she was getting ready to heat up some leftover food, “I hate cooking!”. Well that did it for my “no more mr.nice guy” proposition.
Well, today my proposition got another setback. We went to see the Radiation Oncologist to plan her radiation treatment. They talked about how it should be relatively easy to deal with as it should not make her sick like chemo, and the only thing she may need is a moisturizing cream of some kind to apply to the treatment area as it is likely to have the feeling of sunburn. ALSO, they said that she would suffer from general fatigue and feel drained for a while during and after the treatment. So, there it is, my near-term job is to continue to be the nursemaid, chief cook, dishwasher, picker-after and run errands.
Well, seriously, as I am writing this post, my delight in the great news is slowly washing over me and I hope Alice gets the same feeling when she reads this post to correct my grammar.
What is next? She goes through a verification step for her radiation treatment set up (where she lies down into a mold specially made for her to position her in the treatment room and they’ll check all the marks) next Friday (May 28) and her first of the twenty treatments will start on June 1. It will be two days after our 41st wedding anniversary. We definitely know how to celebrate our birthdays and anniversaries. If you all remember, her first Chemo session was on my birthday. That’s all for now.