On July 17th I went to see my PCP thinking I had pneumonia. Today I'm sitting here with a diagnosis of limited SCLC, although my oncologist hasn't received the results of the brain MRI yet. Since learning that I have SCLC on July 24th, I've had a CT, bronchoscopy/biopsy, PET scan, radiation oncology consult, a chemo/radiation plan made and an Xcela port placed for chemo. I haven't gone one day without a test or consult since the middle of July. On Tuesday I go for a test for the accuracy of the radiation markings, then am scheduled to start radiation and chemo on Wednesday. I had the brain MRI today, which is the first diagnostic test that didn't seem to happen over night. Now I have three days of nothing but thinking and time for everything to sink in. My husband, kids and I have planned a "go bald" picnic this Sunday. I'm going to lose my hair anyway, so I might as well do it on my terms, right? My youngest (who's 25) is going bald with me. My husband probably will do the same. And then we're sending my hair to a children's charity since I haven't had it cut in over 13 years. What a way to finally have that done. After that, who knows what will happen. I feel like I was given the best bad news when I was told I have limited SC. Now I feel like I'm waiting for the rug to be pulled from underneath me as I wait for the results of the MRI. I have my small moments of breaking down, but I mostly feel emotionally numb at this point. I'm just now beginning to understand all this information that's been tossed in my lap. I'm scared I won't have time to understand the rest.