Back in August my friend raincoaster sent me an email telling me about a very strong psychic premonition she’d had about my situation. Here is what she wrote …
The premonition:
You are in for a two-year haul, but at the end of it, you live. Some of it will be beautiful and joyful, but a lot of it, quite frankly, will be shitty, and battening down the hatches economically would be a good idea. And emotionally, you can and should rely on your friends. They are solid people and will be there for you. The shitty part is, sometimes you will wonder if it’s worth it. Only you can say, of course, but know that you are loved and if nothing else know that your continuing existence is a way to honour that. And if you bear through it, you will come out triumphant if winded in the end.
I’m still waiting for Ricardo to call with Tuesday’s PET scan results, so let’s see how close he comes to Rain’s premonition. There will probably be another clinical session to decide on the next prognosis & treatment, but at least Ricardo will be able to give me an idea as to whether this will include more surgery or just (just – ha!) more chemo. I feel like I’ll be able to focus better (better – ha!) once I know what the next plan of action is going to be. Strangely or otherwise, I don’t feel as worried as I have at other times. Of course I am hoping for the best possible results but, according to what Ricardo told Pipocus and I the other day, even the worst possible scenario would still give me a fighting chance.
And speaking of test results, I’m really hoping that Sara (aka strangelittleangel) gets the all-clear after her tests today. Thinking about you honey!
Oh, and you can see a short home-movie showing a bit of the Nuclear Medicine department (with a glimpse of Ricardo!) over here … PET scan.
Catch you later – Carmen has just invited me out for lunch. 
