Yesterday, I posted that I would be getting a planning CT scan. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to have it done. The appointment started out very well. First, I met with a technician who showed me the breathing apparatus I would be using throughout radiation. It looks a bit like a snorkel. When the device is activated, it forces me to hold my breath. Because I have left-sided breast cancer, holding my breath helps to keep my heart out of the way of the radiating rays.
All was going well. The technician asked me to hold my breath for as long as possible. I managed for forty-three seconds. I thought that sounded pretty good, so I asked him, “Would you say that 43 seconds is above average?” He thought about it for a moment and answered, “Yes, I would say so.” Booyah. I am awesome at breathing.
Then, things went downhill. I moved on to the CT scanning room where I lay down on the platform and four technicians proceeded to try to get my left arm into place. They were trying to position the arm above my head. But my arm was refusing to cooperate. It’s still stiff from the surgery. So, the technicians told me that we’d have to wait another week before the planning scan. I was disappointed (aka I cried a little) because I really don’t want to delay treatment. But I also understand that it’s really important that I am able to stay still and in the same position throughout the five weeks of treatment.
So, after the high of finding out that I am an above average breath-holder, I had the come down of finding out that I am unable to raise my arm properly. It was a roller-coaster of a day. I’m scheduled for a do-over of the planning scan next Tuesday. And I am now equipped with some new exercises to get my arm in arm-raising shape. Wish my arm luck, friends.