Dread, Part 2

And then there's the scan that will follow Cycle 4. Honestly, I can't say I'm looking forward to that either. 

Consider the options: either a) the scan shows the chemo isn't working, in which case my life expectancy will be measured in months, or b) the scan shows the chemo is working, in which case I'll be looking at eight more cycles of chemo. As the oncologists have explained it, those are pretty much the only alternatives. Fair to say that neither sounds particularly wonderful? We certainly seem to be talking "least worst" here, and, frankly, I'm not always sure which is which. 

Death, while inevitable and something of a mystery, is sort of extreme, which certainly suggests "a" to be the worst of the two options, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that there are days, chemo Saturdays in particular, when "b" seems worse (especially when they say that the added life expectancy is, on average, only two years). 

It will be what it will be, but I'm not really looking forward to finding out what the scan has to say.