And Doc Simmons still firmly believes I'm on the placebo. He gave me a card to a restaurant he recommends highly. Angeline's Louisiana Kitchen is over on Shattuck—Berkeley northside I think. Like I said, I love that we talk about other things besides the tumor that's now 4 cm. It was 7cm back in August before I started chemo. No change to the bone lesions, and no new ones. He's getting really impatient. He did refer me to a podiatrist for my sore left instep. Sounds like I fractured it long ago and ignored it. Now there's something like a bone spur on my instep. Anyway, nothing about the cough. Maybe it's allergies?
My confusion has to do with the size of the large tumor. On Valentine's Day, Rosalie (the clinical trial nurse) said the tumor had shrunk to 5.2 cm. I just read on the report that at the last scan, it was 4.1cm. Is she confusing me with someone else? I'd rather have 4 cm, of course, but this time, she said, "Your scan looked great!" I suppose I could read the report from February, to see what's what, but the current report says quite clearly, in parenthesis, that the previous measurement was 4.1cm.
Anyway, I spent a couple of hours with my friend Grace on Friday, and part of it was spent sniffing perfumes at Bloomingdale's. I can't say for sure, but I believe this was the cause of the migraine that set in shortly after, which plagued me all weekend. My sinuses opened up this morning, allowing me a couple of hours of sleep, finally.
Note to self: no more perfume sampling. This will also prevent me from spying any more $1600 handbags I may try to justify buying. (The justification is also the impediment: I'm dying therefore I should enjoy it; I'm dying, so why should I acquire more possessions?) (There's the opposite argument, which is, "Buy and enjoy if that's what you feel. You don't know WHEN you'll die…etc.) (This is an interminable argument)
As for other expensive things…I want to make plans to travel, but it's difficult to make last minute plans, and making long-term plans is sketchy, as I can't predict where I'll be in, say, 3 months. Aaarrrggghhh.
There's a new travel show based on the book by the same name, but it really ought to be called, "1000 places to see before you die—in 6 months or less."