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Aug. 19th, 2011 04:13 amSo, laundry is begun (Oh, the Great Pennsic Wash-up!), the larder is restocked, and medical visits have been made... guess we're home.
My visit to the doctor's office was uneventful, but I found myself, again, doubting them. I saw Dr. Lee's nurse-practitioner again, as he was about an hour and a half behind in patient visits. My case was unexceptional, she said, so she could see me.
She told me that my CT scan showed that the numerous dots spread throughout my lungs were getting smaller, and I should not be alarmed in hearing about them, as this CT-interpreter "took more time looking at them than the last one did". Huh. Until she mentioned it, I didn't know that I had had small bits of something scattered throughout my lungs at all. But I was not to worry, as they were smaller this time than they were three months ago so were obviously healing.
Three months ago was when I started taking the Gleevec. She didn't seem concerned about the dots, saying that they were only "one to five millemeters in size" and that they'd be keeping an eye on them.
I don't like the idea that the CT-interpreter, one not trained to watching for the very unusual type of display that GIST tumors show in lungs or liver, is so nonchalant about a series of somethings scattered in my lungs. Somethings that were NOT in there pre-surgery last January. (There is a decided risk of further spread upon surgical removal of the primary tumor.)
But I could be worried for naught. They could be anything. I think I just hate going to the oncologist and have little trust in their reliability in interpreting test information. I wish this wasn't the only GIST doctor in the whole area.
( Something bizarre happened this evening )
I've talked Bossman into going to look over a rentable 16-foot camping trailer, with an eye towards maybe using it at Atlantian 30-year celebration rather than setting up a camp. We can 'camp' in the parking lot, really, and spend our time in the baronial pavilion, rested and useful (in my case) with no stress waiting at the end of the event. That would be lovely. It is actually less expensive than renting a hotel room, and would mean that Bossman could relax with a drink or two with his friends at the end of the tourney. He won't do that if we're hotelling it.
My visit to the doctor's office was uneventful, but I found myself, again, doubting them. I saw Dr. Lee's nurse-practitioner again, as he was about an hour and a half behind in patient visits. My case was unexceptional, she said, so she could see me.
She told me that my CT scan showed that the numerous dots spread throughout my lungs were getting smaller, and I should not be alarmed in hearing about them, as this CT-interpreter "took more time looking at them than the last one did". Huh. Until she mentioned it, I didn't know that I had had small bits of something scattered throughout my lungs at all. But I was not to worry, as they were smaller this time than they were three months ago so were obviously healing.
Three months ago was when I started taking the Gleevec. She didn't seem concerned about the dots, saying that they were only "one to five millemeters in size" and that they'd be keeping an eye on them.
I don't like the idea that the CT-interpreter, one not trained to watching for the very unusual type of display that GIST tumors show in lungs or liver, is so nonchalant about a series of somethings scattered in my lungs. Somethings that were NOT in there pre-surgery last January. (There is a decided risk of further spread upon surgical removal of the primary tumor.)
But I could be worried for naught. They could be anything. I think I just hate going to the oncologist and have little trust in their reliability in interpreting test information. I wish this wasn't the only GIST doctor in the whole area.
( Something bizarre happened this evening )
I've talked Bossman into going to look over a rentable 16-foot camping trailer, with an eye towards maybe using it at Atlantian 30-year celebration rather than setting up a camp. We can 'camp' in the parking lot, really, and spend our time in the baronial pavilion, rested and useful (in my case) with no stress waiting at the end of the event. That would be lovely. It is actually less expensive than renting a hotel room, and would mean that Bossman could relax with a drink or two with his friends at the end of the tourney. He won't do that if we're hotelling it.
