Dearest Liver,
My latest scan showed that you are still responding to the chemo and shrinking, so after a few tears, a few meltdown emails, and some begging on my part Dr. Rugo gave me a bit of a break. My dad called it a “drug holiday” at first, which I have to admit sounds way more fun than just NOT taking drugs, but it was nice to let my body recover for a bit.
Now I have been switched over to a hormone therapy drug that consists of two HUGE shots in the butt. The shots are supposed to be monthly, but I have to get them every 2 weeks for the first 3 injections. Then they start being once a month. Tomorrow is my second shot, so I’ve made it through the first 2 weeks pretty much major side effect free.
I’m still overly exhausted all of the time, but I don’t think that will go away anytime soon. Besides that, I’m starting to feel like a real person again. After 6 months of chemo it’s weird to not feel gross all of the time, but in the best way possible. I’m trying to be optimistic, but still realistic at the same time. The former aggressiveness of my tumors makes me worry that this sort of treatment isn’t going to work, but I’ll just have to wait and see. At the very least at least I’m getting a break I guess!
I guess we’ll see how the next one goes, but I’m hoping you can chill the F out for a bit and give me a break!
Love and kisses,
Robin
p.s. my butt STILL hurts from the last shot! I’ve never experienced a shot that hurts for 2 weeks! It’s a little crazy…
This site looks too quiet.
I’ve had 4 spots of basil cell removed. And this month, I had an AVM mass removed, just under the skull. Easy-peezy!
I’ve watched Indycar for most of my 70 years. My favorite pit reporter of the same vintage is Robin Miller. He survived chemo a few months ago. While looking for info, I found this Robin – with a sadder, fatal tale.
I wish your fate had a happier, longer story. We all die of something. You went much too soon.
A 60’s GF died of a brain tumor last year. Another sad ending to a wonderful life. I’d like to post her photo, with her ‘cancer sucks’ sweatshirt. She had a wicked sense of humor, and went out with a big smile. It’s hard not to love a gal like that!