Thursday, 2 August 2007

It's a Good Day!

Wednesday 1st August 2007. 4:10pm


The relief when the nice doctor chap who was doing my liver scan, earlier today, said “I'm struggling to find anything abnormal”, is unimaginable to anyone who hasn't been in a similar situation.
It's like being told I'm allowed to carry on with life for a while longer. And the more of life I get, the more I want.


So yes, the nice doctor couldn't see any 'discrete masses' in my liver. It was music to my ears.
In fact, no.. no music has ever sounded anywhere near as good, as good as that statement sounded.
He said all he could see, was some ghosting (which I suppose is like scarring), where the 10cm mass once was. Apparently this is perfectly normal after being treated with chemo.
Obviously, I'm not cured (oh, if only!), and I haven't had the 'all clear'.

I'll never hear any of those words, because it can't be cured, and I'll never be given the all clear. But I have been given a break.

While I know I'll never stop worrying and wondering when and where the cancer's going to rear it's ugly head again, the worry will be a little less, for a while.
The hospital appointments and Herceptin treatments will continue. And I'll continue to be monitored using various tests and scans, until.. well, until forever.


So here I sit again, in my fabulous flat.. Looking out across the park, and catching the scent of the grass that was cut this morning, on the breeze that's wafting through the window.

Today's a good day.


On the subject of my fabulous new flat, I've had a couple of interesting experiences since I moved in..

The first happened on the first weekend I was here. James was here too, and we were sleeping on the futon, in the living room, because I hadn't yet got my new bed.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I had the feeling that there was 'something' there, with us. From what I remember, it seemed to be a hand reaching for me. I know I mentioned this to James, the day after.. I must remember to ask him what I said about it.
It startled me anyway, and I jolted awake.


The second happened last night. Again, as I was drifting off to sleep.
I was quite warm, so I'd half thrown the duvet off myself. Then, in my dopey, falling asleep state, I saw/felt a hand about to get hold of the duvet, and cover me up.
Again, it startled me, and jolted me awake. But it didn't scare me. Whatever it is.. whether it's simply my mind playing tricks, or something else, 'the hand' seems to want to look after me, by making sure I'm covered up in bed!


Now, I could turn this into some spooky ghost story, but I'm not going to.
These flats are brand new. No-one's lived in this one before me, so no-one's died here!
I'm not sure what the land was used for before the houses and flats were built.


So, I have three possible explanations for these interesting experiences..
1) It's all in my (semi-conscious) mind.
2) It's a ghosty type person.
3) It's the energy and thoughts of my friends and family, looking after me.
I'd quite like to think it's number 3.

3 comments:

MatraMark said...

Hmmmm, if it was number 3, then it would have to be a VERRRRRRYY big hand beause of all the people who are thinking about you and wishing that you get well. Just get better soon babe, its about time this horrible disease was shown the door.

Anonymous said...

Dee

i just found your blog.. its very interesting reading..

The hand.. I think its number 3.. it all your guardian angel friends that care and want to look after you..

keep posting.. i often think of you, i worry when i dont see you posting on the pink forum with us..

love Jakki ( daisypink)
xx

Richard Fritze said...

Hi Dee,
I saved your blog to my favourites.I am located in Toronto and my wife is going through the same thing as you.She has stage 4 breast cancer with mets to her liver.This was discovered last September and she has finished her chemo and is curently taking herceptin.She is doing extremely well and some of the lesions on her liver have either shrunk or disappeared.Her oncologist is quite surprised by this.We believe her good results are all from the power of prayer and you are in our prayers as well.I know you will be fine and please keep posting.
Richard