“No convincing recurrent metastatic disease in the right hepatic lobe.”
In English: ”NO CANCER IN THE LIVER.”
What the WHAT???
So it appears that the “something” that lit up the CT and PET scans may not be cancer after all.
My liver apparently thinks it’s starring in its own hilarious episode of “Punk’d.”
I’m a medical mystery.
After talking to two oncologists, we feel good about taking a conservative “wait and see” approach. We will MRI again in 6 weeks to see if the area shows any signs of change. Our trip to Memorial Sloan Kettering in NYC for a 2nd opinion has been put on hold for now.
I would love to celebrate, but I don’t feel like I can, really. Not yet, at least. I’m relieved to a certain extent, to be sure. But the fog of uncertainty that surrounds us is thick. Makes it difficult to party hearty. I still want to be vigilant. I would like to get a few more answers. But I must grapple with the possibility that I may never find out what the heck lit up the PET/CT. The MRI did confirm that I have some sort of “defect” in the concerning area of my liver. The radiologist just doesn’t think it’s cancer.
But heck, I’ll take “you’ll never know” to “you’ve got the cancer again” any day.
What a mind twist, eh? And what a life lesson. Cancer — even just the specter of cancer — forces you to live in the moment. Live day by day. Let go. Give up control. Trust. I can’t say that I passed the last few weeks with flying colors, but I’m new at this! I’m learning! And thank you to all of you for hanging in there with me (us) and for your prayers and energy and never ending support.
For now, I’m taking this new information as a Valentine’s Day gift from the Universe. And I’ll just leave it at that. Drink some champagne tomorrow and toast to the hepatic comic inside my body!