I haven't blogged much over the last four months, mainly because I've felt so good. My buttjections, as J calls them, have helped me tremendously. The side effects were unpleasant, but not intolerable, and the benefits far outweighed the costs.
Now, though, my treatment course is over. Last Thursday I went in for a follow up ultrasound. I was nervous, but I knew they wouldn't tell me anything at the imaging centre (I peeked at the machine when the technician was out of the room, but all I cold see was grey blobby static. I guess that's why you need training). I have an appointment next week with my doctor to go over the results.
Today I got a call from the doctor's office to tell me the images were in. "Dr. G asked me to tell you that the cyst on your right is the same size, and the ones on the left have shrunk," the receptionist said. "Oh, good," I remember replying. But inside, all I could think was, "What does that mean???"
The cyst on my right is the big one. I'm glad there has been some reduction on the left, but I realize now that I was subconsciously expecting this to be a miracle cure. That I'd go into the office and my doctor would say, "Good news! All the endomees are gone and you'll be pain free forever!" I'm trying not to panic but I can't help feeling anxious. What if the reduction is negligible? What if I go right back to the way I was?
I'll know more on Wednesday and will blog then. Until then I'll just keep my fingers crossed and keep taking my indole-3-carbinol.
