Door Number Three
A month to go before I get the word as to whether I am responding to chemo or not.
There are three outcomes. The first is that I am not responding and well, as they say in the medical field “my options would be limited”. I am okay with that. You give it your best shot and you don’t come out a winner. That’s life. I would feel sorry for the nurses and doctors. I am sure they would be upset that I didn’t beat it and I hope they would know that I would have appreciated every tool and option they made available.
The second is I get word that I am doing well and we move on with treatment to kick this thing on its ass.
Then we come to door number three. The one where there is no specific answer one way or the other. They don’t think I am getting worse, but they are not sure that I am getting better. I am not sure how I am going to respond. Continue on with chemo and live life at 30% or 40% or go to option one and get the most of the time you have left. Hmmmm…
So, hoping for option one. Ooops number 2.
Bugs still won’t bite me and those that do die pretty quick. So I still have that going for me.