I can deadlift 120 lbs, back squat 125 lbs and overhead press 60 lbs. I’m pretty excited about that, not because it’s a lot of weight, but because the misogynist trainer said, “You’re stronger than I thought.” And when I made TB guess what I could max in each of those lifts, he guessed almost 50% short for the dead and the squat (he was five pounds too generous with the press.)
The stereotypically ‘cute blonde sorority girl’ often leads people to underestimate me. I don’t mind though. I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing and that continues to play in my favor.
Yesterday also brought the PET scan results.
Is it harder to lose someone slowly or suddenly?
I’ve asked a few people that question. From their answers, I can only ascertain they both suck in different ways.
Dr. Cure It found another tumor in S’s other shoulder in addition to the one on her ribs. But worst of all, there is something lighting up on the scan in her knee. As an avid runner, it could be (fingers crossed) as simple as the spot that lit up on her foot – a big, fat nothing.
Or it could be cancer. In her knee. In her bones.
Since she’s been booted from the clinical trial now that it’s obvious the Ipilimumab isn’t stopping melanoma, the next course of treatment hinges on the result of her MRI on Thursday.
If it’s cancer, there’s a pill. It’s a sixth month treatment and it’s only because she has some crazy mutation to the cancer. But it also sounds like the last option before there’s nothing more we can do.
If it’s not cancer, she is strong enough to endure the barrage of treatments that will make her so sick she will be hospitalized during treatment.
Either way, the cancer is progressing and she’s about to get a whole lot sicker.
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