The CT Scan was pretty funky. They put this dye in my veins that felt unbelievably strange. I had a short break in between the CT Scan and the Echo. My step-dad was with me and we walked to Starbucks for some tea & coffee. It was one of those moments where everything is good; where I can just sit back and appreciate the little things that most of us take for granted.
The Echo, which turned out to be just an ultrasound of my heart, was quite interesting. Since there was (most likely) nothing wrong with my heart, I was able to show interest in the test. I think I've now seen almost every part of the inside of my body.
We had a break for lunch, then returned to the hospital for a two-and-a-half hour class on chemotherapy, now accompanied by my mom and husband. It was overwhelming, but informative. There were other cancer patients in the class. It was interesting how each one was handling their situation; one with humor, one very professional and factual, one quiet and one with obvious fear and sadness. My heart swelled with compassion.
The oncologist was waiting for me when the class ended. We walked down to his office for the tests results. This was the moment that fear started to rise up within me. But the test results were good! There doesn't appear to be anything more to worry about. No more tests! Woohoo! Praise God!