Today was a big day for me, getting the results of the latest round of scans and tests. The docs say that the chemo has achieved it’s goal and stabilized the tumor, so it’s shrunk “a considerable amount” and isn’t growing any more. There’s been no spread of cancer (or metastasis) to other parts of my beat-to-hell body. And a rib, what was broken about a year ago, and was a spot of concern — the lesion there has shrunk, which could be normal healing or the chemo killing cancer…don’t know, can’t know really. So, I am getting a 90 day stay from more treatment, which hopefully, I can start regaining strength and some capacity for doing something besides sitting on my tukus.
I don’t mind telling you that I was in a pretty black mood for the last week. I was convinced it was all over & done with except for the shouting. Very un-positive thinking, and pretty abnormal for me. This makes me feel a hell of a lot better, mental-wise. One thought that skittered across my mind in the examination room was “Yay! I get to see Yu Darvish pitch!” Now, before I thought that, I was cheering that I get to see my grandsons play tee-ball, which is vastly more important to me. Still, funny how the cabeza works, no?
Thanks to all of you for your prayers and well wishes, too. I know they’ve made a huge difference — it’s impossible for me to say how much they mean to me. But know that they do. Keep them coming, please.
By the way, it was six months ago that this started with a late-night trip to the emergency room, coughing up enormous volumes of blood. Talk about feeling doomed.