Am sipping a big jug of salty iodine contrast in advance of my CT Scan. This scan's intent is to show remission.

Out the door at 6:58am I drove myself and Waze worked the backstreets hard, resulting in 30 minutes spot-to-spot (it is 23 minutes off peak and 45 at rush hour)

I got a little bit emotional in the parking garage, feeling a wave of memories--arrivals and departures before so many "big" treatments.

The 4th Floor of the Shapiro Clinical building is Radiology and I think I have been here for 1 of everything they offer except a mammogram: PET, MRI and CT (ok I think they offer sonograms, but mine were down in the Emergency Department).

This is like a 1 year anniversary of my journey's start. You may recall that when, in late May 2017, my PCP asked "when did you first notice you lump?" I picked the best disaster date I could think of, April 20, 2017, as the day I noticed my neck lump.

April 20 is the shared anniversary of Hitler's birthday, Columbine, and Deepwater Horizon, and the Ides of March had seemed too long to have been between noticing the lump and finding a doctor. The truth probably lies between the two. April 15 could have been a good choice too.

(I am pretty sure I learned Hitler's birthday from 'Hogan's Heroes." Thanks TV!)

It has been strange coming to BIDMC without an overcoat, too, since my main visits ran October-January.

If everything is good today, I will find out tomorrow, and expect to be told what happens next. Six months ago the idea was I would go back to the more laid back Harvard Vanguard ocology outpatient office in Fenway, probably for maintenance immunotherapy (periodic Rituxan). 

More Tomorrow!