I'm bumming out.
One of my lovely oncologists called today. Sigh. My first impulse is to hope for good news, but, thankfully, my doctors get quickly to the point and I don't have to hope for long. My CEA is moderately high at 5.7.
CEA levels are tested through a blood test, and I didn't pay much attention to this number in the past. Thank goodness for Google; I learned that normal for a non-smoker is < 2.5 ng/ml (don't know what ng stands for). My doctors feel anything below 3.4 is good.
My white counts have gone low again, too.
I hung up the phone and cried.
Then, life continues. The phone rang again. I thought it was the doctor with more news. But, it was a friend. We hadn't talked in awhile and she was on her way to pick up her kids, with a few minutes to spare. When she innocently asked how I was doing, I burst into tears again. But I have to admit, it felt so good to talk with her. I am grateful that she acted on her inspiration to call me at that moment. It was just what I needed.
Connecting with Susan gave me energy to take the boys and do some retail therapy at Winston's Flowers. A few containers, plants, and flowers later, I felt a bit vindicated. The boys had a great time playing in the water fountains and were soaked through. They wanted to ride home naked. Fine with me.
When I drove up to the dock to load my purchases into the car, the saleswoman marveled at my calm. If only she knew.
I'm getting re-tested next week and hoping this is all just a fire drill.