After 28 days of continuous chemotherapy and 25 days of radiation therapy, I’m no longer hooked to ‘John’ (that’s what we named my fanny pack containing chemotherapy) and no more gamma rays. Doctors are encouraged that I’ve had so little side effect. My radiologist jokingly told me to get out of his office because he has actual sick people to see. I like him.
Anyway, I attribute the ease of treatments so far to all the pr-air cover (shout out to MJ) from friends and family.
So, what’s next? I’m going to enjoy this weekend: BBQ (Guava-BBQ sauce – thanks Donovan), playing guitar, honoring a father I wish I knew better (Benedicto Bayron KIA Vietnam 1965), seeing my grandkids (its plural now!) and not think about anything else.
Until Tuesday. Meeting with the oncologist on a plan involving more chemo for about 6-9 weeks but different drugs and different infusion method. Then, CT scan to see if the tumor shrunk (Honey! I shrunk the tumor!). If so, then operation. If not, then … well, we’ll get there when we get there.
These days, I try not to pursue joy anymore. Now, it’s more like joy in pursuit; I just want to take some joy wherever I go, wherever I’m led.
Gotta a birthday party to go to …