Kicking Breast Cancer's Butt


Today is the first day of my PET scan diet.  Low carbs.  I’ve eaten almonds, the egg and canadian bacon out of one of The Husband’s breakfast sandwiches, cheese, and now I’m eating spinach with tuna salad.  Still I feel so powerfully hungry.  It’s beyond hungry.  It’s like a black hole in my stomach, where everything gets sucked in, and it still feels empty.  So empty it HURTS.  I keep trying to fill the space with water.  Maybe I’ll try hot tea.  Sometimes that helps expand the food in my stomach, so that less feels like more.  Or maybe that’s only if the food is carbohydrate.

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?

Got up before 7am with The Child.  I can’t eat anything I normally do, and no cream in my coffee, but I’m not going to complain about that right now.  Coffee or any sort of caffeine/decaffeinated beverage was off the list in the literature I was reading on line last week.  But Virginia Mason changed the rules recently, luckily for me.  I don’t know if the research changed nationally, or if Virginia Mason just gave in, because Seattle is coffee town, and there was no way to get it completely out of their patients blood stream with only a two day detox.  Heck, my pee is probably as much caffeinated as radioactive right now.

Black coffee isn’t that bad.  I’m drinking Starbuck’s® Verona roast, which is my favorite, and which I happened to have in the house at the moment.

Now what to do about breakfast.  I can’t take the easy way out, and go with my usual bread and cheese breakfast.  I’m keeping the hunger pangs away with a few almonds so far.  I need to go to the grocery store for eggs.  I’m thinking veggie-cheese omlette.  For some reason milk is not allowed, but cheese is.  Go figure.  This might be a fun experiment.

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??