The results are in!

 That was fast! My heart rate jumped to 150 when I saw the results where in! I laugh/cried when I saw the doctors comment before I read anything. I know that the positive signatera result means there is something, but it is too small to be seen on scans right. now. Y'all this is such a God thing!

Let me back up and let you in on how the day went. I showed up, pulled out my laptop and started working. I knew I was going to be waiting over an hour, because I had to drink the contrast. I busted out some good work during that time. It kept me focused and not thinking about why I was there. They called me back to place the IV. This is where things went sideways. The paramedic said my veins are rolling veins. Um...they are not. She couldn't get the IV into the very obvious vein. Thankfully, she quit trying. I wouldn't give her my other arm. Not because I didn't trust her...ok maybe a little, but because since 2018 only 3 people have ever been successful doing anything on that arm. Many were confident that they could but they failed. She called someone else. He did try that arm. He found the vein, but quickly blew it. They just kind of stared at each other trying to figure out what to do. Finally, the second guy comes back with a sonogram machine. The first nurse told him my veins were all small. She didn't want to try again. He used the sonogram and got right in, then in words he didn't think I would understand, told the first girl what she did wrong. This too 45 minutes. Somewhere in that 45 minutes of being poked, prodded, and stared at, I found some peace. I know that peace was from prayers that were being prayed over me. I went to the bathroom...32 oz of fluid in an hour. When I walked out, I felt confident that my scan was going to be clear. I tried to talk myself out of that confidence but couldn't. I got wheeled up to the scan room. That tech was overly cautious about my iv (I heard someone's had blown during a scan). I think the whole scan process took less than 10 minutes. Then I was wheeled back to the first floor and sent on my way. I was still at peace and confident. I came home and buried myself in work. I didn't expect the results until tomorrow.

I am sure by now most people have MyChart. Anytime something is scheduled, messaged, or posted, I get a text and an email. I don't check my personal emails while working. I am usually too focused on my tasks and don't want to be distracted. I never got a text. I was taking a break and my phone pinged a bunch of times for emails. I don't know why so many times, because there were only a few that had come through in those few minutes. It said I had a results message. I started shaking. My confidence was gone. My heart was beating out of my chest. I put my phone down and decided to look at the results on the computer. My doctors comments popped up big and bold first. I have a screen shot, but shrunk it down to get it in one photo, so use your zoon.

Even the lung nodules that were present are gone! 

Another bout of confidence...when I got home from the test, I changed clothes. I sat down and confidently said that my positive signatera was a false positive and it would be my only positive. I told myself that it was a cross contamination issue. While I know that is not likely, because DNA is very specific, I am going to hold on to that thought until the next test. I am going to work to keep that same level of confidence until my next test. 

Thank you Lord for these results and some calm and peace in the midst of this storm. Thank you for having so many people that love and pray for me.