I had a CT scan today. You see, the consultant doesn’t think that my cancer started out in my neck/throat. He thinks it began elsewhere, and has spread.
So, I had to have a scan to discover which other parts of my body have been affected.
I’ve had a CT scan before (during my first stay in hospital for pneumonia) and, while not painful in any way, they aren’t exactly comfortable. You have to have a line put into one of your veins (reminder: not easy when it comes to me), and a dye pumped into your system. A dye which gives you a hot flush.
After three failed attempts, the radiographer finally managed to find a vein, and the dye was injected in. Then, I had to lie back while the CT scanner whirred into life above my head.
I almost cried then.
Not because I was scared of the scan, but because I suddenly realised that this was going to be my life for the foreseeable future. Whatever the results of this scan are (I find out on Tuesday), it will mean some form of treatment is put in place. Treatment that will require frequent hospital trips, tests, scans and who knows what else.
My world has changed.