Moffitt and Other Updates

I met with Moffitt last week. There is a possible clinical trail. I have talked to the coordinator and she has shared the information. I sent it to my oncologist to get his opinion. He says, "We will talk about this on Wednesday." That is his answer for everything.

This trial would be two years of going to Tampa every two weeks to get a two drug combo. The drip takes about a day to run. I would need a biopsy and CT scan to get in. Then they do another biopsy four weeks in and periodically throughout. In reading the information, they are only taking individuals whose chemo is not working.

While talking on the phone, my babies were close by my side:

To date, all of the doctors say they feel the chemo is working. I have another scan next week to confirm it has not grown, which is how they rate success.

Last week was a rough week. I felt ill all week. I think it was a combination of post chemo, post port placement, and my new heart medicine. It took until Saturday for the nausea to go away and it could have been because I also took myself off heart medicine. I am talking to the doctors now about how to move forward. 

This week has started off better but tomorrow I go back on the heart medicine so we will see. The port is still tender but I think with my diabetes it is just going to take a little while longer to heal. 

My mom went home on Sunday so I have been home alone for two days. My uncle is on his way here so tonight is my last night home alone. I have done well this week, I just take it slow and know that is OK.

This afternoon while I was working, I had a funny thing happen. I was sitting here working and there was a knock at the door. I looked through the peep hole and with the overcast weather and dim light, I did not recognize who was at the door so I did not answer it. This is what kids are supposed to do when they are home alone, right? The man persisted with five more knocks. I still didn't answer, my mom would be so proud.

As I am sitting in the recliner, I suddenly see the man at my living room window. Then he started walking up to the window. I thought.....is he really going to look through my front window?!? I started to get up...

Then he was in the bushes out front of the window and I realized that this was my pest control person. I saw his shirt and then he began spraying. I just started laughing out loud. My cats thought I had lost it. I then thought my poor anxious friends would have been flipping out (and are probably doing so reading this blog post). It is nice to be able to let so much stuff just slide right off. 

For tonight . . . I'm just sayin' XOXO