Remarkably Unremarkable

Your PET scans bore me, darling.

"Boring is good." That was the informed opinion of Kathy, our nurse practitioner, during this morning's oncology appointment. This was not an assessment of Karen personally and certainly not one of me--I had just cracked up the nursing staff with a Noel Coward-caliber rectal thermometer gag centered around the punitive application of a digital thermometer with the added bonus feature of a word picture describing Karen standing up and grasping the arms of a nearby chair. When it comes to sly, nuanced wit, I am the undisputed king.

At any rate, the real cause of all the boredom were Karen's PET scan results. She'd had the scans done earlier in the week and they showed continued response to the crizotinib. In fact, they looked just the teeny tiniest bit better than they had last time around in February. We were extra delighted because Karen has been feeling more tired of late and has had some shortness of breath. We, frankly, were expecting bad news. So it was fantastic not to get any. To celebrate we will be getting our Living Trust drawn up tomorrow because we know nothing says PARTY like making a will.