I had my CT Scan today. I learned the hard way, the contrast makes me puke. I puked all over my shirt. Apparently, next year, I have to tell them to slow down the contrast. I wanted to look at her and say "you think there's going to be a next year?" There will be a next year, I just wanted to be snarky. I would rather puke all over myself once a year, then die of a pancreatic tumor. I learned two things, they do not have Cherry Limeade flavored crystal light for my CT liquid and bringing a spare shirt is a good idea.
The results are, I don't have Cancer. Which I knew. But now, I have to wait for the blood test to come back to know if I have the gene or not. There is no doubt in my mind that I have the gene. There have been too many people in my family, especially in my direct line of family- mother to daughter, granddaughter, to eventually me- great granddaughter, for this to be a mere fluke or just plain bad luck.
But my mother got even better news. The chemo is working. Blood tests have revealed that her enzymes are coming back to normal and that things appear to be getting much better. It's not gone. It's not going to be operable any time soon, but things are getting better. She's losing all her hair, and she can barely make it through an episode on TV, she falls asleep a lot...but things are getting better.