Round 3 begins today at 8:15. I will get a one drug infusion that will only take about 15 minutes. No Benedryl naps, no multiple trips to the bathroom, no wrapping up all nice and cozy in my warm blankets. Worst of all there will be no long visits with my girlfriends while my meds drip in. Boo. I still talked Kate into taking me this morning and we’ll just go out to breakfast after I finish.
From all accounts, the Alimta will be much easier on me than the last drugs I got. I shouldn’t have any hair loss, my appetite will probably not stay gone as long, and best of all there is no huge steroid mountain to fall off of each time. Just a tiny little steroid hill that won’t hurt nearly as much or make me nearly as mean.
Alimta is known to work very well on adenocarcinoma. The node in my abdomen is now about the size of half a walnut according to the surgeon.
Funny note: When he was telling my family about the surgery after I went to the recovery room, my mom thought he said the node was the size of half a wallet. It wasn’t at all funny then, but after everything was straightened out we had a good laugh wondering how we were supposed to know how big that was. Was it a man’s trifold? A woman’s wristlet? Perhaps a small round coin purse?
This troublemaker has been joined by a couple of other very small nodes. All under 1 cm and something that in normal circumstances would not cause any alarm. But these aren’t normal circumstances, now are they?
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious. It feels a little bit like when we were starting the last time. Not knowing if it will work and waiting for the next scan to let us know. We will do three cycles (3 weeks apart) and then scan again. That will put us close to the end of August. We will also be deciding in the next couple of weeks whether to add the Avastin (hello high blood pressure and morning nose bleeds) back in. I’m getting mixed advice about that and trying to discern the wisest path. The risk of bad side effects is low but they are very bad when they happen and my risk has gone up a bit with the radiation I got.
Here’s what you can pray for. I’m hoping you are not weary of this yet, my friends. This is a marathon for sure and I’m in for the long haul. I hope you will be, too.
- Healing. Whether by medicine or miracle, we aren’t picky.
- That my immune system will stay strong. This medicine is a bit worse to make a person’s white count go way down and we’d really like to avoid that. No infections please.
- Wisdom as we try to decide whether to add the Avastin.
- Comfort for my family as they deal with another round of chemo with me.
- Finally, that my faith will not be shaken. That my eyes will stay firmly fixed upon the hills from which cometh my help. My help comes from the Lord. Maker of Heaven and Earth.
I’ll have more to say about that last one later this week. I can feel one of my mini sermons threatening to burst forth:)
Meanwhile, life goes on. Katie and I went to Target last night and bought supplies for her locker. In Jr. High they have a night right before school starts when they go and locate their locker and decorate it.
It’s a very big deal.
Made even bigger by the fact that last October, I wasn’t sure I’d be around to see it.
God is so good to me. So merciful. He has heard our prayers. Without a doubt. My girl is going to seventh grade and I get to watch.
I am so thankful.
To Him and to you.