4th Chemo

It is a very rare day when TWO visitors go to chemo with me.  Stephen is about to start a new job, one with much less stress.  He is taking off all his extra days off, coming to meet Dr. Cole, and Auntie Deb is also coming along.  I am looking so much forward to Stephen having a lot less stress.  Stephen being off of work better hours should help out the whole family.  That should  help the whole family with getting to and from sporting events and activities.

How I've learned to seek out the joy in the challenges.  God has our backs.

I got to try something new this chemo--Neulasta.  This was one of the worst parts of chemo before.  Now, I can just bring it home and the shot takes care of itself.   Genius!

*****Update:  I recently found out that, somehow, some kind of Coke spilled and blackened out my laptop. The responses in my human brain have quite close to matching my portable thinking, sadly.  I was able to get my artificial brain back and nearly as good as new in two days.  I'm hoping to being able to finalize this chemo up ASAP, so and my own brain can scrape out that crap out of my body and get me mostly back to my 40-year-old self.

CT and Results

 I had scans on Friday, then something way out of the ordinary happened this week.  I had TWO people, Stephen and Auntie Deb, join me, in my after scan meeting with Dr. Cole.

Having a CT is pretty easy.  Drink the shake.  Then, lie really still.

40-year-old Female with breast cancer metastatic to brain, bone, lymph nodes, liver, peritoneum, malignant ascite. (Oh, is that all??)

THERE ARE NO AREAS OF ABNORMAL ENHANCEMENT.




I started with the *delicious* (2) vanilla shakes.  The actual CT was easy-peasy.

Then, I went back on Monday for the results.  

I sort of forgot that I was there to get scan results, just for a second, because it was so exciting that Dr. Cole FINALLY knows All immediate family. 

Dr. Cole brought it up.  

"I have really good news for you! 

Your scans are significantly decreased.  

And then, doctor and patient did a High Five!  

I had tried to describe how my cancer reacts to chemo, and finally she got it.  My cancer is like a weed.  It tries to grow out, but a few sprays of Roundup and dies.  

This was practically the best appointment I could have.  Dr. Cole was saying all the right things.  Your Cancer has decreased.  You look thin.  

Miracles and prayers answered.

And, still fighting.