In my last post I hadn't looked at my MRI results yet and was scared as hell about what they might show. On top of that the appointment with my radiation oncologist was closing in and I felt like I was getting cornered. That feeling was horrible. Basically, this is where we left off last time … and I surely can't just leave you hanging there... Well, the follow-up is that eventually—after a day or two—I finally looked at those MRI scans. And then I kept looking at them for the next two weeks, right up until I met with my doctor again. I must admit, those two weeks were not fun. First, I have to mention that at the time I finally looked at the scans, I had already received a written radiologist’s opinion. And it was saying that the mass hadn’t changed much, but it looked like it had grown by one millimeter in width compared to my January MRI. I got chills reading this. I was seeing a dark scenario unfolding before my eyes—just written in nicer, less horrible sounding words ...
Not the path I chose. But it's the path I walk!