No. Bad. Monkeys!!!


I have been remiss in updating the results of my latest scans done in the search for bad monkeys. There’s been some other stuff going on in my life, so I’ll just take this quiet moment to take a breath, compose myself, and scream NO BAD MONKEYS!!!!
The MRI of my leg, site of the original bad monkey uprising, shows no evidence of a return to the scene of the crime. I wouldn’t return either if someone had come in slicing and dicing like my surgeon did. Still, one worries. Well, I suspect the one that worries most is actually my surgical oncologist. I’m pretty sure those monkeys won’t be back, especially not there.
The other scan was a CT scan of my chest, because it is thought that the bad monkeys are attracted to the open caverns of the lungs. Not sure why. Maybe there is more space to swing from things and fling poo and such. At any rate, above mentioned surgical oncologist keeps wanting to scan my chest in case any of the bad monkeys try setting up shop there. And there was some concern as a CT scan I had done last spring for a completely unrelated thing (I decided to have a stroke because life just wasn’t interesting enough with only cancer) showed a small “nodule” at the apex of one of my lungs.
Well, the report of the CT scan of my chest showed NO BAD MONKEYS! there either! As my god-daughter would say, booyah!
Having repeated scans can produce a lot of anxiety – scanxiety some call it. But when they come back clear it really helps one look forward and feel confident. This has given me a spring in my step, even in the surgically altered leg, as I head towards spring.
No bad monkeys is good monkeys.

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