The past two weeks have been devoted to medical appointments, culminating in today’s visit with my KP oncologist. He’s really a great guy, I hate to lose him. Anyway, he said I appear better today than I did last month, I’ve gained 2 pounds since last week, I don’t sound wheezy…and my echocardiogram was fine. So I guess I’m going to take some prednisone for 4 weeks to see if I can’t kick this radiation pneumonitis a little. Apparently I have a bit of a pericardial effusion (“in the lateral area”, which I have no idea where that is), but no one seems worried about it. The last echo was from 5-17-2007, at which time the effusion was larger but I imagine it resolved after Tarceva and Alimta (which began the day after the echo).
My clinical trial appointment was all of 5 minutes, maybe, then I got the new cycle of pills and a reminder that next month was the 2nd CT scan. I’m still coughing but who knows what’s causing it. If not for that (and some pain), I guess I feel okay.
Hubby is slugging out a nightmare in Indianapolis. He’s been gone quite awhile and has now asked if I would fly there to administer some TLC. Poor baby! And it’s 39 degrees and raining, which can’t be inspiring. I hope I remain stable or even improve…I’ve got people to care for!!
My Dad’s Tarceva experiment is over, and his liver has recovered, so it’s on to Carboplatin + Pemetrexed (Alimta) next week. I’m praying to the universe for tolerability and success with this treatment. My family could use a bit of good news after the past few months.
Thanksgiving is only a month away. It was never my favorite holiday but I’m going to put major effort into this one. It may be the last one where my family is whole, and while that makes my heart heavy, it also gives new meaning to the word “Thanksgiving.”