Since then it’s been a roller coaster of emotions. I got poked for a blood test on Wednesday (I don’t like getting poked), then poked again on Thursday for a CT Scan (where they found a bunch of enlarged lymph nodes all over my body-poking is still not my favorite thing to do-however, if you’re looking for a really weird sensation, get a CT scan. It’s kind of like having a hot tub poured into your arteries), then got poked again today for another blood test (have I mentioned I don’t like getting poked?).
Today I saw the oncologist. Nice guy with good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first? The good news? Ok. The good news is that the lymphoma I have is slow growing and not aggressive. Even though the cancer cells are in stage 3 (i.e. in many parts of my body), I am not in immediate danger. It seems to be limited to the lymph system. That’s good.
The bad news is that the lymphoma I have is slow growing and not aggressive. Yes, you read correctly, no typo. Seems weird, but since this type of lymphoma is slow, it isn’t as responsive to chemotherapy. Chemo targets cells that grow quickly. So since only a few of the cancer cells in my lymph system are growing quickly, only a few of them die. This means that the chemo can reduce the number of cancer cells, but never actually get rid of them, so the beast could rear its ugly head again at any time.