PET scan clear

Of course, my doctor said I had to wait to see her in person to get the results from the PET scan.  And, if the results where negative, I am sure that would have been the case.  But she called and said all is clear.  I had totally expected that result, by the way.  I could tell that the radiation was very, very effective.

The good news is that I am eating very well here in DC. Last night I had a salad and lasagna (thanks, Jane!), followed a Reese's peanut butter cup (thanks, Leslie!) and a See's candy piece (thanks, Mom!).  I haven't eaten much candy in years but weighing 125 pounds gives me a lot of freedom.

As for as I am concerned, this completes this blog.  If I post anything in the future, it will be on my regular (very, very irregular) blog here.

Thanks for all your support!

Finally, progress!

Well, the good news is I am actually improving, and rather rapidly as a matter of fact.  Less than a week ago I was stuck morning and night with the same food lest my mouth explode in a burst of pain.  But, almost overnight, I have been able to add all sorts of food successfully.  It began when Leslie made some delicious Pappardelle Alfredo, which went down very nicely.  So, I started to try other things—chow mein, string beans, bananas, onions, refried beans, Zachary's potatoes, nuts, watermelon (not juiced) and yogurt with blueberries.  In general, I don't eat junk food but I have a fondness for Jack-in-the-Box's taco and onion rings and McDonald's Big Mac and fries, so, yes, I bought and ate those.  Now, not everything went down easily, but nothing led to vicodin.  It's been about five days since my last eruption of intense mouth pain, so I clearly have turned a corner.  

Leslie and I actually ate the same meal at the same time yesterday.  That was the first time since early May.

And this improvement came just in the nick of time!  I leave for a month this coming Tuesday for DC (and a side trip to NYC). I am staying by myself in a friend's condo. I am so relieved that I won't have to cook every meal!  I hate to cook.