yesterday in pictures

I posted this photo yesterday...and I was right. It was the last time we have seen the sun since I took this picture. We woke up to the weather radio again this morning...more thunderstorms and rain and threat of severe weather. Penny size hail. Sigh.

Soon after this we headed over to the Eastridge Clinic for my PET scan. It was not an unpleasant experience...just weird. I was escorted to a semi truck in the parking lot, installed in a comfortable chair, and injected with some radioactive stuff. I had to wait an hour for it to do its thing. The picture is from my pod. A curtain was drawn right around my feet and I could only peek out from time to time.

The scan took about 25 minutes. The tube was bigger than the MRI tube, my head was out most of the time, and it wasn't noisy. The two characters who operated the machine and took care of me were fun. I had taken some sleepy drugs so Mike walked me back into the clinic, holding my arm like I was an old lady.

My earth angel, Judy, delivered the good news at 4 o'clock. No abnormalities. Nothing of concern. Nothing at all. Such a huge relief! I tried to be optimistic but deep down in my brain I was terrified. What if, I thought. What if.

I came home and took a big nap. When I woke up, Regis had set up the pool for Gus on the patio. He loves to play with his tennis ball in the water. I tried to take a video with my phone but all I got was my feet. Don't ask how that happened.

Now that the PET scan is over and unremarkable as they say, I can get on with things. I see Dr. Cockerill on Friday for my three-month check-up, which I will do for the next two years. Then every six months for several years, then once a year forever. Hormone therapy and frequent mammograms. I can deal with that, right?

Need to do some house tidying today. Time to get back to normal.