Well, the exam was a good one.  Dr. S probed and prodded and thumped and kneaded, very thoroughly.  I described what I was feeling, and he seemed to be looking for evidence of something that would explain it, and he didn’t feel anything.  So I still have the stiffness and the pressure, but there’s nothing obviously scary to cause it.

We also took care of the details of the scan.  It’s a PET-CT scan, and it’s no food after midnight and nothing to drink after 5am.  The scan is at nine, so that shouldn’t be too bad.  I didn’t think to ask how long it would take, but some web research suggests that the scan itself will take less than an hour, but there’s some prep beforehand.

We also scheduled the followup discussion for the Monday following, with the idea that I’ll resume infusions Friday.  (I like the Friday infusions because it leaves me the weekend to recover.)  So that will happen at the end of January.

The whole process was a little longer than last week, but it wasn’t bad, even with the post-infusion stop to get the scan details.  We got home soon after one and I immediately stretched out on the bed.  I didn’t go back to the computer until nearly three, and I didn’t spend much time there when I checked in.

A bit before dinner my parents called, apologizing for calling so early.  (They usuall call just after dinner.)  They’re going out with a neighbor of whom they (and we) are very fond, who was widowed last year, and who just sold her unit.  Naturally they didn’t want to miss a call on infusion day, especially when I’d been worried about what would happen.  They are amazing, wonderful, loving people.

I’m feeling a little less post-infusion now.  We’ll see what tomorrow brings.  And, in the meantime, today is again a day of thanksgiving.  Yes, it’s day by day by day, and treasuring each one.