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devilgrrlT minus 14 hours until I'm headed to the Dana Farber for my PET scan. I finally got some straight answers from my liason at DFCI and I've been going back and forth between being relieved that I know and scared shitless.
Basically, the nodule has a 40% to 60% chance of being malignant. I used to smoke cigs, as well as pot, so that ups my chances somewhat. The PET scan might not pick up anything because the nodule is under a centimeter; if that happens, I can basically expect to go for a CT or a PET scan every three to six months to monitor it.
Steve asked me today at work what we were going to do if it was malignant. I told him I didn't know; I'm not crossing that bridge yet.
Matt's 21st. came and went. I had the day off, we had a nice dinner at the Abington Ale House. I had my bananas madness. I got him two CDs and a video game; my mom gave him $21. I also bumped into Jooly at the Kingston Mall. I haven't seen her in forever. She looked great. She gave me her phone number and we're eventually going to get in touch, probably after the whole cancer thing blows over.
Work still sucks. The cunt called today and was needling Steve about something. Stewart called in, again, today. There's nothing I like more than working Charity Night till 11 and then getting up to open the next morning. How great can my life get!? At least we got a chance to eat a decent dinner at Friday's in the hour that the mall was closed. We grabbed indian food tonight because the mall was a zoo to the point where we couldn't manage lunch.
I just hit my wall. Must sleep.
Basically, the nodule has a 40% to 60% chance of being malignant. I used to smoke cigs, as well as pot, so that ups my chances somewhat. The PET scan might not pick up anything because the nodule is under a centimeter; if that happens, I can basically expect to go for a CT or a PET scan every three to six months to monitor it.
Steve asked me today at work what we were going to do if it was malignant. I told him I didn't know; I'm not crossing that bridge yet.
Matt's 21st. came and went. I had the day off, we had a nice dinner at the Abington Ale House. I had my bananas madness. I got him two CDs and a video game; my mom gave him $21. I also bumped into Jooly at the Kingston Mall. I haven't seen her in forever. She looked great. She gave me her phone number and we're eventually going to get in touch, probably after the whole cancer thing blows over.
Work still sucks. The cunt called today and was needling Steve about something. Stewart called in, again, today. There's nothing I like more than working Charity Night till 11 and then getting up to open the next morning. How great can my life get!? At least we got a chance to eat a decent dinner at Friday's in the hour that the mall was closed. We grabbed indian food tonight because the mall was a zoo to the point where we couldn't manage lunch.
I just hit my wall. Must sleep.