Safe to go back into the public once again.
The dosage I was given was at a lower radiation blah blah (technical term) than my initial treatment two years ago, which kept me isolated for a week. This time, I'm good to go tomorrow. At that point, more blood drawn (will they EVER listen when I show them the only vein they'll get anything out of? So far, no.) and meds restarted, putting me back on my feet for the first time in five weeks.
The nice man who ran the scans said everything looked great... officially, I have to wait until I get the report from the doctor, but, I'm going with "... no sign of any new masses." I never thought I'd like the sound of the word "mass" again. I am staying on the course of avoiding said word, in any form. There is still the question of numbers that jump around, but, I can live with changing meds all the time versus what they had feared. I wish my little cancer was detected by blood work... it isn't. Such is life.
I've had my fill of mashed potatoes, since that's the easiest thing to make (boil water, pour in package) along with far too much rice pudding. When ill or depressed, my comfort foods are white. This doesn't bode well for my hips... ha!
Prayers wing up, prayers are answered. I'm lucky I had so many with my name on them....
Thank you, everyone.