Scanning

My whole body scan was this morning.  As I mentioned yesterday, I am REALLY nervous about it.  I was not nervous for the actual scan part.  They use the iodine they dosed me with last week as the contrast and I just laid on a table for an hour and a half, real still (while listening to a movie on my phone).  I am just really ready to find out that my cancer hasn't spread.  That's kind of a duh statement, but whatever.

My go-to outfit when I am nervous/anxious/exhausted/upset is fleece pants.  Fleece pants with a zip up sweatshirt, thermal shirt, and slippers.  But I decided I would shake things up a bit.  Show cancer that I'm the boss and that even if I have to do scary stuff like get a scan, I am not going to do it lying down.  Well, I was lying down for the scan, but you know what I mean.  Metaphorically speaking.

So here's the uniform:

- New Toms
- Skinny jeans
- Orange and White striped tunic
- Comfy sweater (for warmth)
- Hair done
- Full make-up

AND... most importantly...

{Not the best picture.  My hair looked better before the scan.  Laying down for an hour and a half can really mess up a girl's coif.}

Red Lipstick

I'm not sure if you can tell from the second picture, but I am exhausted.  Between having to get up early fro the scan, feeling horrible, and now waiting for results, my mind isn't super focused.  I'm really not sure why I am trying to work this afternoon.  But I will give it an honest effort.

I need to not get freaked out by every mention of cancer that I hear now.  Since I have been back at work today, I have heard 2 references to cancer (one real, one fiction) and both times the person died (real life from cancer, fictional character from a broken water main).  Seeing how both types of cancer are NOT the kind I have (testicular and leukemia, respectively) it shouldn't bother me, but I am little extra sensitive these days. 

I warned my husband to expect extra freak-outs.  He's thrilled.