Not much to say today, other than…
I emerged from house arrest this morning to make my final trek to the hospital (at least for now). After three hours of scans and two times through my Glee soundtrack playlist, the nuclear medicine doctors confirmed the good news: The nodule we knew was there “lit up,” just as we wanted it to (that shows that it took up the radioactive iodine), and I was clear of any other spots.
We shook the doctor’s hand, walked through the door, and didn’t look back.
This is good news–though I won’t quickly forget that it’s incremental good news. I’ll still need to have quarterly ultrasounds and blood work, and likely another round of LID, Thyrogen, blood work and a radioactive scan a year from now to gauge whether this treatment has been successful at destroying this tumor.
But today? I was free to leave, no longer radioactive (though I need to continue to keep my distance from pregnant women, babies and toddlers for the next week), and without any needle sticks. I went to an actual restaurant–with another person (B)–and Clar made his triumphant return to the house this afternoon. Tomorrow we’ll celebrate with a quick trip to Williamsburg.
It’s almost like life may return to normal. Not the same as it was in March–I’m observant enough this time to know that the status quo from earlier this year isn’t where I should be–but a new normal.
I can start figuring out what that means next week. First, roller coasters!