Nothing ceases to amaze me. I've had more scans than many have had birthdays during all my seemingly perpetual skank prom dates with melanoma over my years.
More often than not, my doc has had to drag me in for scans (usually after calling my mother !) because I more often than not would always blow them off. under the guise that I was busy living.. Scans were, and always have been a nuisance to me for many reasons.
Nothing ceases to amaze me. I've had more scans than many have had birthdays during all my seemingly perpetual skank prom dates with melanoma over my years.
More often than not, my doc has had to drag me in for scans (usually after calling my mother !) because I more often than not would always blow them off. under the guise that I was busy living.. Scans were, and always have been a nuisance to me for many reasons.
I have this game of chance that I play with my doc prior to scans: I always write down what I expect the results to be, put it in an envelope, lick it shut and when he tells me the results, I whip out my envelope to "score" how I did. . Probably in most medical circles, that type of behavior would be considered as the ultimate smartass; but my doc is a nice guy and knows me well, so he puts up with me..
Tonight, after again blowing off scans for some time, I sat here and stuffed my envelope in advance of my ct, pet and brain MRI tomorrow.
NEVER have I had scaniety, but this time is different after stuffing my envelope. I'm not looking for sympathy, good wishes or any of that., but know that there are times when we all doubt ourselves and when that happens is the time to step into your strength.
See, I'm not so tough after all !
Cheers,
Charlie S
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