uncle onc

I went for my first visit to an oncologist today. The reception area looked like a japanese restaurant and all the patients were old. It unnerved me. There were signs saying "our patients are prone to massive horrific infection so please do not sneeze or cough or breathe in here..." (not verbatim of course. heh).

But the onc was nice, very positive and rather cheery. I like it when people don't go all serious on me. He laid out the treatment, which is pretty much as I expected, i.e. 4 months of "dose dense" AC chemo, Then herceptin for a year. I'll put in the whole technical jabberwocky when I get it in front of me.

But, before I go thru all that, I have to have bone scans and cat scans to see if the cancer has spread anywhere. Of course, no one thinks it has, but they want a baseline to be sure. I, of course, am totally freaked by this... what if...nevermind. Not gonna go there right now. anyway, lance armstrong survived after extensive metastasizing, and i have the same birthday as he does. YEP! Me and lance. (well, different year tho.., guess who's younger?)

At any rate, that was today.

I also got the seroma drained again. More needles, i told the PS that I felt like St. Sebastian.

The PS told me I can start exercising again next week! woo hoo! probably not running right away but I'm gonna try to swim and maybe deep water running or some biking. It will feel so freakin good. Walking just does NOT count as exercise in my book. For chrissake. I mean I've been walking 45 min to 1.5 hrs per day and it doesn't feel like i'm doing anything.

ok enuff whining.
onward & upward