A week of expectation, that's what this was. From other family health issues, to Callie and the cone of shame, to figuring out a direction for Carol's treatment -- there was a lot on the table.
For Carol, today was a day off from treatment, but not from the IV. This one was to inject the contrast dye for the CT scan that Carol was having. Unfortunately, today's IV nurse at the hospital wasn't as experienced as Margaret, so it took some doing.
It turns out that the scan did show a little change in Carol's condition, so we'll meet with her oncologist in the morning to talk about a change in treatment and what that will look like. She's finished with her second round of the daily pills, and I know she's happy about that, but I know she's also anxious about how well she will take to a new treatment. My take on it? She has met each round of treatment in a way that only affirms her desire and her ability to stand up to this challenge, and not to lose her sense of self. I couldn't love her more.
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