🎶 "It's the most scanxious time of the year!" 🎶 (three years post-surgery)

Last week I had my scans. CT of my chest went quickly, MRI of the abdomen/pelvis felt quick (because I think I fell asleep in the tube). Everything went smoothly... until it didn't.

My doctor is always great about sending test results right away so I don't stress out. True to form, he sent me the MRI results within a couple hours, showing me that my abdomen/pelvis were perfect.

But no CT scan results. I waited a few days, then followed up. He said that the results coming back on CT scans were delayed, but he would let me know as soon as he got them.

And so I waited. Trying not to get nervous.

Then the computer system sent me my results... two copies of my MRI, but no copies of my CT scan.

Now I'm a nervous wreck. I spent the weekend going through the complete scanxiety variety-pack of "they found something" and "it's probably nothing" and "it's probably mets in my lungs" and "if it was something the doctor would tell you" and "it's definitely in my lymph nodes" and "OMG maybe I have some new COVID variant".

I saw my doc today. Everything's fine. NED. He apologized that I never got the CT scan - it's either the new computer system they're using, or it was user error on his part. But the important thing is that I'm three years post-surgery and I'm still NED!

The other thing in my life right now is a big upcoming family trip, which we decided not to cancel. There's a lot of uncertainty with COVID and variants and testing, but after my cancer experience, living with uncertainty just seems like normal, doesn't it? Gonna embrace life while I still can - the good, the bad, the inconvenient. Assuming I pass all my nose-swabs, soon I'll be in 🇮🇹 with pizza and beer in hand, thinking of you guys.

Stay safe everyone! Love you, gang. ♥️  ♥️ ♥️