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.
SK
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May 28th, 2012 at 6:12 am
I’ve just discovered your posts and though I should be working, I find it very hard not to keep reading. My mother is doing her 2nd round of chemo, has had an operation for colon cancer, which seemed to spread to her liver. Had an operation to remove part of her liver and since has seemed to show up now in her lung and on her liver again. Now they are deliberating what next.
She says: I look real good, so no one seems to think she is truly sick. She struggles to get moving with the chemo and feeling sick, but for her… she continues to look healthy. People kind of expect her to do what she has always done simply because of the way she looks. “Can’t be that bad” sort of thing.
Seems if you look real sick: people get it. Don’t look ‘sick enough’ and they don’t.
On the brighter side of things, I plan to fly out to vancouver this summer so my 5 year old and her can meet. She’s been basically with this cancer since before he was born and never a good time for her to visit. We’ve never been closer, we tell each other I love you, but never did before, we chat on the phone and correspond by email all the time. Prior we talked once every few months maybe.
My point: there is nothing good about cancer I feel. No silver lining period. But nevertheless, we’re reminded not to take the other for granted and not to leave things on the table and never said. I at least, hope you’ve found something along those lines as well.
Todd