I celebrated my 28th month of survival since diagnosis on March 26, but I was feeling a bit less celebratory than usual. A recent chest x-ray, ordered to determine the cause of increasingly severe coughing fits, came back with less than happy results. It seems my original, primary tumor, the one we hoped was dead, has resumed growing. We’re back in the business of fighting two tumors again. And fight, we shall!
I’ll undergo my third cycle of the new chemo drugs tomorrow, then another PET and CT scan after April 5th to see if the new drugs are working. In an attempt to diminish the coughing, I’m back on a high dose of prednisone. Not only have the painful fits that were preventing me from sleeping calmed, I have more energy than I’ve had…since the last time I was on a regimen of 60mg of prednisone per day. I still have cancer, but I’m merrily completing projects normally too tedious to contemplate. Example: all last Sunday was spent de-winterizing Maeve’s plumbing system (who knew she was even winterized), draining and sterilizing water tanks, etc. I actually kind of understand the sewage system (yucky, but necessary), and just what all those crazy water valves are for. Prednisone lends not only energy, but clarity in deciphering the most impenetrable of RV manuals.
My wonderful friend Tony will take me to chemo tomorrow, which I hope to follow with a late lunch at my favorite red-sauce Italian spot, Palermo’s. Then, Joan and I get to enjoy another Easter weekend in LA and hope that tomorrow’s chemo; the third cycle of the third line of chemo I’ve undergone since diagnosis; is a charm.