Kicking Breast Cancer's Butt

PET scan

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Oh my goodness, this is so hard.  How will I ever get through the PET scan without chewing on someone’s face?  Maybe they can sedate me through the whole process, then have a large pizza ready for me when I wake up?

This Friday is the bone scan.  I’m expecting radioactive pee.

Next Monday is the PET/CT scan, for which I start an extreme version of Atkins on Saturday – low carb, high protein.  No bread, no pasta, no fruit, and no sweets.  Our weekend plans just took a hit.  I can enjoy my steak, but no garlic-mashed potatos for me, and no WINE.  WHAT??