Ready for some good news? Eric and I were able to get a copy of the CT scan report yesterday. We'll go over the images with the doc in two weeks, but MOSTLY STABLE. Chemo is working, it seems. That makes it a little easier to go, I must say. According to the report, my other organs look good. There seems to be activity in and around my original diagnosis site, but that could be due to radiation/surgery, or if it's a recurrance it's still stable too.
I'm relieved. I needed some good news on the cancer front.
I'll feel even better after speaking to the doctor and re-evaluating the plan. He should have specific measurements and numbers of tumors.
My CBC numbers were good too, even after Big Chemo last week.
I have a love/hate relationship with my body being so responsive to treatment. It's not really a skill I enjoy bragging about, but I guess it's a helpful skill. I have six more Big Chemo treatments left if we go with the plan as-is. I can do that, especially knowing that it is helping.
Otherwise, yesterday was pretty uneventful. I complained about my ouchy mouth and my ouchy cracked fingers to the physician's assistent. She was appropriately sympathetic, but since I'm already doing things to help that, there wasn't much she could do. She did tell me that I don't have to swallow the magic mouthwash, which I didn't know (the directions say to swallow, and I've never been much of a fan of swallowing...). I'm not super rashy from the Erbitux. I should get a sticker for being the best cancer patient ever, man.
Oh, but when I got to the chemo lounge, things got a little interesting. The chairs were all full when I arrived, so I was offered a "regular chair" off to the side. The computers were down and things were taking longer than usual (if you can possibly imagine that, based on how long I usually wait). The nurse working with me wanted to get started and offered to let me swap chairs when one became available. So I sat in this old time chair, which Eric said later was probably what they used before they got the fancy chairs they have now. The nurse got my pre-meds started and no chairs had opened up. He asked if I'd be okay sitting in the old time chair (he didn't call it that, obviously), and I wasn't sure because it doesn't recline.
Okay, now I don't think I'm spoiled, but I also feel that I NEED to be able to recline when the benedryl hits. The nurse said, "Oh, this reclines!" It sure did, but it was kind of scary because it tipped way back, and if I moved wrong, it fell forward to an upright reclined position. I stayed where I was the whole time. Little Chemo isn't worth picking up and moving. And it turned out okay. I probably slept less than I usually do, but that's not a big deal.
Try to give me one of those old time chairs next week? Um. NO. But who knows what I will get. The scheduler claimed they didn't have any open slots until 10am. What, what?? I wonder what they would do if I showed up at 8am. I could blame it on chemo brain. Oh so sorry, two hours early.
So after chemo, Eric, the kids, and I did some errands. Oh wait, it was ONE errand. And when we got home, I retreated to the bed for an hour before we were on the go again to get Reese and Eric to tae kwon do. I'm glad I can do these things after Little Chemo. It's better than Big Chemo, which pretty much grinds everything to a halt.
Anyhoo, I'm definitely looking forward to pretending I don't have cancer for another weekend. I hope all you readers have a great bunch of days!!!