I woke up early this morning before 5:00 a.m., no surprise, this is the day of the big chemo; I really didn't expect too sleep much. I noticed I had a test result in from St. Luke's, it was in regard to my precancerous Pap smear. From my nonprofessional read, it appears that the positive result is not lymphoma related. It appears to be a completely different, albeit "pre", cancerous issue.
After a difficult night's sleep and an anxiety ridden morning, Jody and I went to MSTI with my bags packed ready for my inpatient stay. We saw Dr. Arteta and I was met with the news that insurance has not yet approved my chemotherapy. All those involved seem to be working diligently to get this rectified. Seems that it is a semantics issue by the way the order was written, something to do with my trial and how my insurance doesn't pay for trial drugs even though my chemo is "standard of care."
We left MSTI with a sinking feeling and a heavy heart. My doctor has assured me that this short setback will not be detrimental to my health and I have to believe that. On the drive home, Jody counted to three and we both screamed in the car, not once but twice. It actually felt good.
I appreciate all of you. Your love and support, kind words and gestures. This has certainly been a long haul for all of us, and I am thankful you are beside me.
I will update again as I know what is happening. I am sure it goes without saying, I am numb and unsure where to put my emotions. I just woke up from a very deep sleep as I felt like I had run a marathon. I am reminded again that Cancer is just as much mental as it is physical.