CT Scan

My dr. called  me early evening Thursday April 2nd. I didn't want to take his call, but didn't even get the chance to make that decision because I left my phone downstairs when I went to brush my teeth. 3 minutes later there's a message on my phone. I got brave and listened and all he said was he wanted to discuss the CT results with me and that it was good news. That gave me the courage to call him back and he proceeded to tell me the tumor appeared to still be within the walls of the colon and that the lymphnodes looked good.
Prior to receiving this message I had been googling hospice so that shows you exactly where I was and where I had been. Unfortunately I had succeeded in getting Jim to go there with me.
The amount of stress I put on my body since I had been diagnosed was insane. Complete sobbing breakdowns, desperate sleepless nights, not to mention all of the tests and bariums and lack of eating. My BMs began to look very suspicious of a very advanced cancer stage so says me and Dr. Google and so I tried desperately to wrap my head around that. Oh the places you go.
When I received the call the moment after was one of complete and utter joy. I could not wait to see the surgeon, have an enema, and be examined in ways I had never dreamed of. I was ecstatic, so thankful.
But about 5 minutes of this and I came back down. Not all the way down, just down enough to know a CT scan is never a guarantee and although this was good news and more than likely I could stop looking at hospice, this was just the beginning and we wouldn't know a thing until after surgery.