Cancer, that is. I've still got cancer. Dammit!
Tumie, the spleen tumor, is still there and still growing. Slowly, rather than by leaps and bounds, but growing nonetheless.
So, it's on to the next treatment. If you don't count the surgery and the radiation, then this is my third treatment for melanoma, which means that I now have an odd sort of collection.
This next one is called Keytruda, and it is an immunotherapy, much like the last drug I was given. The catch with this one is that the treatment can go on indefinitely. It's new enough that they don't know what the cycle should be yet. Ack! Side effects are supposed to be about the same, which means I'll go on being tired and dizzy and queasy, but I probably won't have any serious weight or hair loss. Looks like I lucked into the kind of cancer drugs that keep you fat and hairy.
I start this next, seemingly never-ending, journey on Tuesday. I got the Purple Power Port (ENGAGE!) unclogged, so I'm all ready to go. Woo hoo! (I guess.)
I'm kind of glad I did some advance thinking as far as the booth goes. My merch backlog may come in handy over the next few months.
I'll keep everyone updated as things progress. I guess we'll just keep plugging along. Not much other choice. I'm a little bummed by this, so please excuse my tone right now. I am happy to have options. I just wish I didn't have to exercise them quite so frequently, you know?
Thanks for hanging in there with me.
And now, for some photo fun:
This is what happens when you're bored at the cancer center waiting for the port de-clogger to kick in.
Also, today is Emmylou Harris' birthday. That's good news, at least.