I saw my oncologist yesterday. He says that my PET scan showed that some lymph nodes in my chest are hyperactive or "hot" - a characteristic of cancer cells and abnormal cells. He thinks that it's "probably not lymphoma" but did some blood tests as another check. If those tests are normal, then he'll follow me for the next 6 months to make sure that those lymph nodes and lung nodules don't grow. If they stay stable, that'll be great news. In the meantime, I also have to consult an expert on autoimmune diseases since they can cause lymph node and lung pathologies.
I feel as if I should be very happy that it's "probably not lymphoma". As I snowbiked out of our clearing with K this morning, I glimpsed blue sky in between snow-laden pine trees and focused on it to try to chase away the gloom.
As an antidote for gloominess, I thought that I'd tell you about one of my favorite desert mountain bike rides that I took last week. The memories might help me! And, perhaps you'll enjoy hearing about it.
Near the middle of last week in the Moab area, I started my ride, as I almost always do, with K by my side. I admired how the red rocks complemented her rusty chocolate fur.
I set out again, with the goal of circumnavigating a huge rocky and sandy canyon before slipping through a slot in the cliffs to travel over to a nearby canyon where we planned to camp next. I took one last long look down the canyon where we'd camped for a couple of days. It's one of my favorite places in the Moab area.