My Cats have been Scanned...

To answer everyone's question of "How you doing?"

"If I were any better, I'd be a little better."

It hasn't been a great week...Tuesday my cats were scanned...got to drink a bunch of shit that lives up to its name. By noon the next day, I struggled to get out of bed...I was so weak...I hadn't consumed food or beverage for over a 16 hour period. Not very smart on my part...I let myself get dehydrated...and had to call my mommy to bring me some Immodium AD...that along with Gatorade and water seemed to do the trick.

CAT Scan didn't show what I wanted to hear...(after translation)...basically, I still have a mass on the right abdominal wall...it has remained the same...the one above my bladder has grown a couple more cm...I had to ask to convert that to inches for me and I was told it's basically the size of a baseball. Surgery will probably be an option down the road...right now, we are staying on course to find a chemo regiment that's going to do me some good...too early to tell on this new stuff...(story of my life right now).

It also showed an increase in body fluid...which I could tell...I've been having the same problems I had when I was first diagnosed. It feels like I've done a million stomach crunches...sore all over...my abdomen feels bloated and as tight as a tick ready to pop...(which reminds me of a funny story I'll write about in a minute). Anyway, I've been pretty miserable and uncomfortable the last few days.

This morning they did an ultra sound to see if there was enough fluid to go in and drain...according to the
Dr...there wasn't yet...I beg to differ but what are you gonna do...pop a couple pain killers and mask the problem for awhile.

At least the fluids are not entering my lung right now...(they've changed course on me instead)...still struggling a little with the breathing...I can tell it's better...still may take a month or so to truly know if that whole ordeal worked out in my favor or not...I don't plan on holding my breath to find out.