Doctor visits

I had my last herceptin last week. I have a thing, an elongated hard thing, in my armpit that I hoped was a welt leftover from the rash, but I told the oncologist about it of course. She ordered an ultrasound for yesterday. The tech and radiologist thought perhaps it’s “fat necrosis” basically, dead fat. Which would be good.

The oncologist called today to schedule a followup in a month, with a blood test, the one that tests tumor markers, beforehand.

Last week my tumor markers were regular people level. Last spring they were high. So, as I said to a doctor “that that means they might mean something.” He said that’s the correct way to state it.

Life is going to be a long series of exercises in not panicking. Luckily I have great denial skills. No really. I didn’t think about this except for half hour periods, over the last week. Of course one of those was while driving to the ultrasound… Pay attention to the road! I had to keep telling myself.