Last year, around the time I created the “scanxiety” collage, one of my tumors started to change size, which led to surgery this past January. A few months ago, a scan again showed the possible reactivation of my cancer. I won’t know what this may mean for treatment until the next scan, after Thanksgiving, but I’m hoping instead for a measurement error. Now, what I had been experiencing as minor dread though, has ramped up into sheer panic, the emotional cost of scan-to-scan existence.
