Monday I had an appointment with my oncologist. She was pleased with my blood work, how well radiation went, and my general outlook on life. We talked about plans going forward, including alternating PET scans with circulating tumor scans. She said as of now I am showing "no evidence of disease" which is where we want to be, but which I take with a shaker of salt anymore because that's how I'd always presented until we found the new tumor last spring. It's been over a year of cancer stuff. Again.
Anyhow, I wore some loud pants that I bought last summer at the beach. They're super soft and just about perfect except for a lack of pockets. One of the kind gentleman volunteers complimented me, saying, "you're rocking that pattern!" I thanked him and told him that a bestie of mine had a similar pair in black and white, and that when I asked how her day went she'd replied, "nobody heard a word I said all day. My pants were too loud!" Bless his heart, he laughed like it was in the top 5 funniest things he'd ever heard, and then reiteriated that I was rocking them. And people wonder how I could love my medical teams...
For the photos below, a whole week had gone by post-radiation and if you recall the previous photo I'd posted with just one small circle of peeling in my armpit, well, now you can see how that circle had grown and I'm shedding like someone who got snapped by Thanos.
It is amazing to me how something can look both better and worse at the same time. I can tell it's healing, but man, about two or three days before these were taken, everything looked TERRIBLE. I'm glad I didn't take pictures. My radiation doc was right on when he said the symptoms would peak that week after and then recede. I'd say 4-5 days post-radiation was the worst. I look even better than this now but am going to wait until Thursday to take any more photos. I think the peeling will be done by then.
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