I knew I'd have to do it eventually...I didn't think it would be this week. But what can you do?
I met with the new doc today. So did Eric. And the kids. Isn't that nice? I thought so. We got to walk through the chemo lounge, which has heated massage chairs. What WHAT? I feel a little cheated because I've never had that before. It's pretty fancy.
But yes, chemo. The doc thinks it would be best to do one more chemo cycle (Avastin and FOLFIRI), then check things out with a CT Scan. It sounds reasonable. I wouldn't want to just disregard the two cycles I've already had in case they're working, but I also wouldn't want to keep doing what I'm doing for two more months and then see what's what. The doc wants me in for chemo this week. That I wasn't expecting.
Even though I knew I'd be doing more chemo, it's still depressing. I hate the way it makes me feel. I'm annoyed that my stupid chemo is disrupting Eric's job. It's all so frustrating. It's hard to plan for something when we don't know when exactly (I'll find out tomorrow).
So that's the deal, for now. When I find out more, you will too.