Third PET/CT Scan

I left the SHP camp early today and went to get my radioactive isotope squirted into me and to be shoved into the donut machines. This, I guess, is a double-check that there is still no perceivable increased metabolism of my evil, mutated lymphocytes. Again, I had to put on the three-armed gown that was really short. The technicians are really bad at finding my veins, so they had to root around a little bit to start my IV. This time I felt no uneasiness because I am a professional lab-rat. The hardest part of the ordeal was the fact that I had to lay still for 45 minutes with my arms raised above my head. Consequently, my arms fell asleep like never before - to the point of pain - and when I stood up afterwards they dangled at my sides for a little while until some blood returned to them. My left arm didn't work for about 5 minutes, so I had to take my three-holed miniskirt off with one arm while laughing at myself because I looked really stupid.

Tomorrow is yet another chemotherapy (Round V: Taking the Dead Cancers From Among the Village Ruins and Killing Them More and More Repeatedly and Redundantly Again and Again). I am getting pretty good at receiving the chemo, but I am noticing the cumulative effects of it because I do get much more fatigued. This is a serious hindrance to my coaching style, since I find myself needing to sit on the sidelines some of the time. I feel like a huge wuss, but then I realize I have Stage IV Lymphoma, then I feel cool again.