Today I had the bone scan. You go to the nuclear medicine part of the hospital and in this area they use a very small amount of a radioactive substance, called a tracer. The tracer is injected into a vein. It shows possible cancer in areas where too much or too little tracer has been absorbed by the body.
After the injection, I then had to go home for 2 hours. On the way back I was driving behind the worst driver in the history of driving. She was brushing her hair, arranging her hair then brushing it some more, all the while weaving all over the road. Im pretty sure whatever she was doing was not improving her situation…
Back at hospital, they lay you down on a bed type situation, then strap your arms to your sides and your feet together like a lunatic in an asylum. Then you have to lay there without moving while the machine drops down to within 1/2 inch of your face and scans you for 45 minutes.
Everyone was very nice. But it was a pain. However, Dr just called and said scan was all negative, so good results.
Gma, on the other hand, is doing very well after her procedure. In good spirits and getting along. I gave her a whole regime yesterday which she said she’s following, so fingers crossed.
For Fuck's Sake, Now I Have Cancer 