Too much excitement just might kill me!
So I haven’t posted in forever, but scanxiety loves company.
Tomorrow morning Monkey is having another MRI – and this one marks the one year anniversary of his remission. If this scan is good, we should be looking at dropping to 6-monthly scans instead of 3-monthly.
But because one nerve wracking test is never enough, next Tuesday Monkey is having an echo cardiogram (ECG) to check his heart. Those chemotherapy drugs saved his life, but they have some pretty fucking obnoxious side effects. In this case, they’re checking for heart damage caused by the doxorubucin (although it may not show up for 30+ years) (GEEZ).
We’re pretty confident that both scans will be fine – he isn’t showing the slightest sign of being unwell, and his exposure to the chemo drugs was fairly minimal.
But no matter how confident we feel, there’s always that hint of fear.
And yet again, we won’t get the results until Wednesday week.
Andplusalso, because that wasn’t enough for one week (OK technically it’s 8 days), on Thursday I have my WTF appointment with the fertility clinic about our unsuccessful FET and plans for the next one. What the hell was I thinking?
Send chocolate. LOTS of chocolate.