The moment they told me that I had a terminal disease. Which was not curable. The moment when your world suddenly turned into a nightmare. And that is very hard to accept.
But we are fortunately still here, and today there was another CT scan (I must admit that I’ve lost count). It’s routine. A trip to Nijmegen, two large cups of contrast liquid you have te swallow in half an hour, the connection of the infusion, an extra cup of water (of course, there is enough space down there …) and then you go through the scan.
Two times. The first time (why did I asked that only now?) is to scan your body size. So they can give you the right amount of radiation. The second time is than the actual scan. With my body size that thing is almost going at full speed.
Before you know it you are outside again. That was all.
But now it really starts. I have to wait a week for the results. That will never be routine. Next Friday, we can once again go to Nijmegen for a consultation with the oncologist. To hear the verdict. A week full of nerves and tension. Because until now every time they exchange with each other, good news was followed by bad news, and since the last time had a positive content, it will be this time …?
But that’s defeatism and we don’t want that. Positive thinking! It’s not always easy, but we give it a try. Again we wait and keep our fingers crossed. And in the meanwhile enjoy what we have now. Fortunately that is still a lot.
To be continued …[:]