Soup and Tea Will Make You Feel Better

When Loren (soon to be daughter-in-law) went to visit the 1st grade class and the phenomenal cooperating teacher that she did her student teaching with at Catoctin last week, she brought back Get Well cards made by the class. I now have the most vibrant rainbows to dance on! While each and every card was the BEST, one student made a powerful suggestion. "I miss you. Maybe having some soup and tea will help. I hope you get well soon. Play games so you will stop thinking about being sick." I miss you too precious little ones. I have been eating soup...in fact I made a pot of chicken noodle soup on Monday, and am drinking a lot of green tea with agave sugar. Now I just need to get those games out and start playing!

We left at 6:10 this morning to head to Winchester for the Brain MRI. They put  a helmet that had a chin guard on me. They also put headphones on so that I could to listen to music while having the MRI. The technician originally said that I wouldn't need a contrast put in, but half way through the procedure, he changed his mind. He said that the purpose of the contrast is to check for metastatic cancer???? Later when he apologized for causing alarm by giving me the contrast, I asked what metastatic meant. He said that the pancreas was the original point of cancer and the contrast will help to see if it has spread. I really wasn't alarmed. Do what you have to do so that I can have the FACTS. He said that my oncologist will be able to pull the image up immediately through the computer but the actual radiologist report won't be ready for a couple of days.

After the MRI, I stopped by the oncologist office to beg for more pain medicine. I only had 3 pills left because I have had to significantly increase the frequency of the medication. My pain level has majorly increased since this whole "thing" has started. My gut goes into spasms more often, actually taking my breath away. I remember when my mom had lung cancer, she would often "moan" in pain. I vowed to myself that I would not moan through this experience. Well, I'm so sorry mom for being hard on your moaning because NOW I know what it's like when the pain hits and actually makes me cry out loud. I'm not technically "moaning", it's more like a vocal plea for help when the spasm hits. My back and shoulder blades now hurt along with my gut.

My oncologist must be off "playing games" today because he wasn't at work. He wasn't there to pull the Brain MRI results up and call me to say what was what. Let's hope that he isn't going to be "playing games" again tomorrow because that means I won't know anything until Monday. Patience Grasshopper...I know Butch, I'm trying.