This week was the follow-up with my Radiation Oncologist. He is the master of my high beam radiation plan. He has kicked me out (at least for 7 months). Actually he first said a year for follow up, but moved it up to coincide with the follow up cystoscope is January.
Johns Hopkins is holding a workshop “Surviving Survivorship Living with Cancer.” Apparently they hold something like this annually. After looking at the agenda, I decided to register.
I started questioning why my happiness at the good visit with my doctors was short-lived. “This shouldn’t happen,” I keep telling myself, “you should be shouting from the rooftop.” Well, I realized that cancer will always be the elephant in the room. When you realize it may occur again anytime, it sort of dampness the euphoria.
But I know, be grateful for all the good news and ignore the “Emperor of all Maladies.” It is hard to do however.
The plus about all this is that I have been cleared to meet with my Vascular Surgeon to discuss the claudication in my legs. This is how this entire adventure with cancer started – CT Scan with contrast should the bladder cancer. Alert radiologists!
Of course I had my “healing” citrine necklace on. I think that was the final kick to the finish line.