I have an appointment tomorrow with my general doctor (I'm taking a lot of morphine, I know that's not the correct term, but my brain simply isn't working properly).
I am surprised by all those who mention praying for me, often strangers, often friends. Certainly welcome, either way. In the chemo suite I am the beacon of hope as no current patient has outlived the disease this long. May it continue!
I did learn some things today. There is most certainly a tumor at the site creating the drop-dead reaction I experienced. Even I'm beginning to count the days to my own end, but hoping a broken bone is simply a blip.
The next step is direct radiation. You would think I would be dreading more rads, but no, this is very different. I had brief radiation to four places back in 2002 - for pain relief - (palliative care) and I felt better almost immediately. Radiating a bone is not even almost radiating a sensitive organ such as the bladder. Hopefully I can get on the schedule soon!
I keep trying to scratch the itch in the crook of my arm - which has suddenly turned to cement.