Kicking Breast Cancer's Butt


The Husband and I are sitting in the cafeteria between my radioactive injection and my bone scan.  They have you wait two hours between the injection and the scan so you have a chance to drink as much water as you can stand, and flush out the injection from your soft tissues.  If you don’t, all they see is an outline of your whole body, and they can’t see your bones at all.  No other dietary restrictions are necessary, thank heaven, or I’d be in trouble, because I ate a bag of pop chips and then had a coffee and a sundried-tomato-basil bagel with TWO mini tubs of cream cheese.  Tomorrow I begin the prep diet for the PET/CT scan.  Today is my last day before Monday afternoon when I may indulge in bagels, and coffee with cream and sugar.  So of course I’m giving myself a free pass (well, I always do, but now I am open about it) to eat bagels, pizza, and drink beer.  Because I won’t be able to do that again until Monday afternoon.

It’s pretty easy to “be good” today, I’ve put away 60 ounces of water, and peed three times.  I’ve started another 33.9 ounce bottle of water, so I feel like I’m making good progress, pee-wise.  We’ve got another hour to go (oops, have to go again!).  I’ve still got a little headache, and I’m a little jittery.