Mark and I went to the oncologist today thinking that the results of my blood test will mean (a) go back on chemo or (b) switch to a gentler treatment or none at all. Instead, of course, the answer is (c) get more information. My blood counts were not definitive enough to make a decision, so I will have a CAT scan and a bone scan. The problem with oncology is that the answer is always (c). Never, in the almost seven years that I have known Dr. Campbell, has the answer been the (a) or (b) I anticipate. It is always, always, always (c). And yet, I am still surprised.
I’ll have a bone and a CAT scan next week. Meet with Dr. Campbell the following week. I would tell you what we think we’ll find out then, but the answer will be (c), so I’m going to try not to speculate and to just enjoy another two weeks without chemo.
Perhaps it was the Harry Potter influence, but Zoe had a kick a few weeks back of writing fortunes and having us draw them from a hat. They included: