It’s scan day. A day most everyone with cancer dreads. We even have our own word for it “scanxiety”. Normally I sail through these days. But today feels different. I think it’s because the last few scans have been pretty darn good, very little progression shown in terms of cancer growth, we’ve been holding things at bay. But, I’ve had issues with my drugs lately, and even with the last one we’ve had to reduce the dosage because of side effects I’ve been having. So I wonder “has it been enough?’ Each time I get in one of those tubes I think about where those cancer cells may be hiding. I talk to my body and tell it to spill all. No hiding those buggers anywhere. I think about my immune cells and what they’ve been doing to help me. I think about how well the rest of my body has been dealing with the rogue faction and say a little “thank you.” I also experience a wave or two of pure fear and worry. It’s not a unique perspective, but I feel like I’m playing Russian Roulette. Each time I have a clean scan I know the odds are higher that the next one won’t be that way. There’s no place like the inside of a huge metal tube to have a little anxiety attack. That’s when I probably have the best little talks with myself. “Remember to breathe” I say. “Remember to think of things to be grateful for” I quietly sigh. And that’s when I bring you all into the tube with me. I think about the many little things you’ve done to support me and my family and the kind words and cards. It’s another reason I’ve been so grateful to have this time to travel with Steve. I have a few of my favorite views in my head. I’ll see something beautiful and think, “Now that’s a good one to remember during a scan.” So wish me luck today. I’ll be thinking of all of you!