More good news - and a little hilarity too!

First of all I got good news from DocO today. My MRI on my leg came back all clear, and I do not need to have another for 6 months, which I think is the 2nd Friday in June. I don't even remember the date, so that is a good thing. Usually those dates are forever imprinted on my brain, so I must not be too worried and am enjoying the hiatus!
As I mentioned on Tuesday, I have lung scans in 60 days. If they are clear, then I will go back on a 90 day cycle. One sad thing - I learned from DocO that my chemo doc, Gina D'Amato just annouced that she is leaving Emory so I will be seeing the new Sarcoma specialist they are hiring. I don't have a name or know anything about the new doc. If the new one has not started by Feb, DocO said I could come back to him and he could order my CT's, which is what I prefer, as long as I am clean. I may have the next set there, and if I get moved to the 90 days cycle move back to DocO for the CT's.
Actually, I should be too embarressed to walk in DocO's building ever again. When preping for my MRI today, they had me put on some green scrubs with a tie around the waist. Since I was just laying down I did not tie the tightly. After the MRI, I walked back into the small waiting area where patients who have already been marked for scans and have changed sit to wait to be called in for their scans. They allowed Bob to be in there while waiting for me and there were two other male patients in there as well. I sat down by Bob to go through my messy purse to find the locker key where I'd put my own clothing. After getting the key I took about 3 steps away from Bob in the center of the room, and my overly sized scrub pants dropped to my ankles. There I was in the waiting area with my top and panties on, and pants at my feet. It was like a cartoon or bad sitcom. It was definitely an "I Love Lucy" moment. I grabbed my pants and quickly pulled them up looking around the room to see who was watching. The other two men had their eyes fixed on whatever they were readying (at that second anyway) and Bob was just in shock. We both just busted out laughing and had tears streaming down our faces. I got to the dressing room as quickly as I could to change cracking up the whole way. One nurse stopped me to see if I was ok - guess she though I was crying. I was still giggling by the time I got back to Bob, and had cleared that room and he was in there alone. I was a riot, and I still can't stop laughing about it. All I could think of was that DocO better give me a good report, because I was in too silly of a mood, to acccept any bad news! I am a bit afraid it will be on U Tube tonight from one of those other patients cell phones!
Bob leaves for England Sunday and I will join him on the 21st. We hope you have a wonder holiday. We will be back before the new year and check in with you then! Many thanks for watching out for me and following the blog! It is so great to be able to report good news - I don't care who sees me in my underwear!
Geri

Good scans!

It seemed to take all day but the results were worth waiting for! Nothing new in my lungs, and it appears other spots I have (a couple on my liver and fibroid tumor on my uterous) have not changed and have been there a long time. We got there at 9:45 for scans and they were an hour late. I did not get in to see the doctor until 130 but had an 1130 appointment. I think they were working me in in both cases as my original appmt was in the afternoon and they changed to "morning". Dr. D'Amato is very thorough and shows the patient a lot of detail. Unlike other docs I have had, she is not trying to rush you in and out, which is probably why she runs late. That is fine with me. I will wait all day for good news. The problem is that I always think it is bad news and she is doing more research to give me a plan. Now that I have had my second set of scans with her, hopefully I will just remember that the time is not an indicator. The patient room we have been in the last two visits has a mirror that is positioned perfectly to see her desk in the outer office from one of the chairs in the patient room. This time Bob was in the "right" chair, so he could see her looking at the computer reviewing scans, biting her sandwich between screens. Of course I thought if I had good news she would be leaping into the room and not sitting there calmly so I read alot into nothing! One day I will learn!
For some reason, I am not nearly as worried about my leg, and I probably should be since it has been 6 months since its been looked at. But we will have news of that on Friday, after my MRI and visit with DocO. So look for a blog update Friday night.
I must have been feeling somewhat confident today because I scheduled a 3pm work appmt today in Macon, thinking I would be out of the hospital by 1:30. I was an hour late, stayed there till 5pm and drove on to Vidalia where I am until Thursday. Typically I am too scared to schedule anything after a scan because I am afraid it will be bad news, and I won't feel like going. But it is not a problem today!
We've spent the last two weekends in Birmingham for family event, and especially visiting my new nephew Grayson. At just over a week old, he was turning himself over already. I am sure he will be doing crunches and yelling "Roll Tide" by January!
Bob leaves Sunday for England, and I will follow him there on the 21st. We both have a lot to do before we go, and I am really hoping when we get there we really can relax and let go of everything else. Last trip there this summer we knew we were coming back to my lung surgery, so it was more stressful, and I was really distracted. Not so this trip!
Thanks for looking in on me. I will blog again on Friday night after my MRI. I have scheduled afternoon work appointments for me so I am feeling postive!