This could also be called,"Pesky Calcium: Part Whatever Number We're On Now" because it got too high this week! It's been a long time since that has happened. See, when I came back from Italy I had a blood test to check my calcium, and the results for that were 2.33. This is is fine, but because my body struggles to regulate calcium, I knew it would just keep climbing. So when I was feeling nauseated last week, I thought to myself,"This is a calcium thing" and arranged a blood test. I got the results the next day, and just as I thought, the levels were too high. I'm now on a lower dosage of both my calcium medications (I take slightly less calcichews, yay!) I'm due back in next week for another blood test to see if it's come down. The nausea has passed though, so that's good.
It just ruined most of my plans. It was particularly bad on Saturday, when I had been planning to go to an open day for a local community choir, but I just couldn't do it. Mind you, it was raining that day, and I had forgotten what time the event started, so I suppose it was just as well that I didn't feel like going. Then I started to get worried that I would miss my friend's gig on the Sunday evening, but thankfully I felt much better on Sunday.
As for the ongoing saga on the PET scan, I actually got some answers! I received a letter from the consultant at St. James's, which said that she wanted me to come in on the 23rd of this month to discuss the results. I wanted to be relieved by that, but instead I still felt a bit frustrated. I would still have to wait to find out exactly what was going on! On Saturday however, I received another letter from that same consultant, who said that she felt that more radioiodine was the best course of action, and that is what she wanted on to discuss at this appointment. That letter made me feel a bit better, and like I finally knew what was going on. I just feel like I have found out everything in drips and drabs. At least some of the mystery's been taken out of it, and I'm thankful that I have the specialist nurse on my side who will go do some detective work for me and find out what is going on.
So I feel like a lot has happened over the course of a few days. Even though some plans were scuppered (new favourite word) I still got to see my friend's gig, and I don't need surgery! That, and my appetite has come roaring back! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to celebrate these little victories with some cereal.
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