1. No cancer in the brain! Or as the doctor put it, "You brain is normal," which is the first time in my life anyone has ever said that to me. If only they knew. Turns out the brain is an even bigger deal than I thought. Besdies being, you know, the brain and all. The doc said that the immunotherapies I am on do not work as well in the brain or spinal column.
2. On the other hand, the spot on my liver is cancer. I've now metastasized to two organs. One more and I have a collection. I do not want a collection. At least I do not have to have this one biopsied.
3. I got the port approved! I could not get it scheduled until the day before the next treatment due to work, but I am shifting my hours around to better deal with my treatments, so I am going to call and see if I can get it moved up. I was all prepared to roll up my sleeves and show them my collection (and yes, I have more than enough for a collection) of bruises from the last week. One of them extends down the back of my hand and around to the palm! All I had to do was ask, and they said, "Eh. Why not? We'll schedule it for you." That was easy.
4. I got the clinical trial meds and all the stuff to do the belly shots. BLAM! It's these little bitty vials of powder that I have to mix with sterile water every time I do a shot. I feel like some kind of junkie. I had the first one this afternoon. This is the one that is supposed to cause the most serious diarrhea, plus a rash. So far, no sign of either. Just a little lightheadedness. Surprisingly, there are also none of the immune reactions that I was dreading. (So far, anyway.)
More to come, I am sure.