Today was the day, I had to get another CAT scan... Honestly I was really scared. I'm not scared of the CAT scan, I am scared of the results. This is the part that determines your life, am I done with cancer? Do I have more? Am I the same? Will it go away? All these questions just jumbled in my head as I was laying down about to go through. During a CAT scan you have to lay completely still so that nothing goes wrong. I thought about a million things in a short period of time, some good and some bad. But the one thing that kept hitting me was, what's going to happen next? Right now, laying here, completely still, I don't know what is going to happen now.
The doctors told me that I had a lot less than last time and I am almost clear. I was so relieved when those words spilled out of her mouth. When we got home I was so happy and we celebrated with burgers that my mom brought home.
When we were done eating I went back into my room and texted Elizabeth, and of course she asked me how everything went and I told her the results. she was relieved, just like I was. As I put my phone on the charger and started to fall asleep I felt something in my chest. I yelled for my mom and she ran up the stairs. All of the sudden I blacked out.
When I woke up all my hair was gone and I looked around the room there was a doctor looking at me and my mom was in the corner crying. I had tubes all in my body and an oxygen mask on my face. I looked at my mom and said "Im scared" she came over to me, held my hand and said "everything's going to be ok".
