Some PETS suck...

My PC just called, despite the fact that it's 8:30PM.  I have no problem with that, although he apologized.  He had the results of my PET scan. 

He started off saying it was good news... well, good and bad.  Most of my body was clear of cancer, but... well, there were these two lymph nodes in my lungs.  The PET results have been sent to my oncologist, so tomorrow, at 1:30PM, we'll find out what he thinks.  PC says it's probable we'll go directly into chemo, with which he thinks I'll do fine. 

Frankly, I'm pretty much in the stage of "OMG!  My body is NOT riddled with CANCER!"  So, really, the good far outweighs the bad.  But I didn't sleep well last night, because of a pain in my back.  It wasn't BACK pain, really, it was more like middle of the right shoulder.  Of course, I figured it was from being RIDDLED with cancer.... I'm such a boob. 

Yes, part of me is really scared again, because of the lesions found in my lungs, especially since PC says pulmo may want to do a bronchoscopy, but hey, if it goes as well as the endoscopy, HAH, that's cake!  Just give me that propofol again, and I'm happy.  I can't believe Michael Jackson used to get shot up with that to get to sleep most nights... carumba!  So how many other places can they find to insert a camera into my body?  Dang, I probably should not have asked that.

Alrighty, then, tomorrow the plan is to play with my numbers (work virtually), then head to the oncologist and see what he has to say.  Oh, and I finally beat Dragon Age:  Origins, as a human noble rogue, and it was a pretty cool ending cinematic.  And December 7th is WoW: Cataclysm, so I'm a pretty happy gamer geek camper these days.  Life is good.