"Your scan results are moving in the right direction!", says Dr. Boles to me on Friday night. I was getting ready to attend the opera with my mom when Dr. Boles called and now I felt like celebrating. Actually seeing Dr. Boles yesterday, we learned that it seems that many of my tumors have shrunk by as much as one centimeter. There is one tumor in my lung that has grown a bit, but because of the number of tumors I have, Dr. Boles was not too concerned by one tumor growing. CHEMO IS WORKING! Despite, my inconsistency in being able to complete my treatments.
I did have chemo yesterday, however. Once the steroid kicked in, I was wired. I felt the best I have felt in ages. I was wired. It did not help my sleep last night, mind you. In the end, it was worth it. I have learned to appreciate special moments where I do feel good. Even if I am attached to an I.V. pole. My mom and I had fun joking around and watching Pawn Stars on the History Channel.
Today, I do not feel so hot. My chemo dose was lowered. However, this is my third time receiving this chemo and treatments are cumulative. I do not anticipate feeling good for at least the rest of the week.
On another note, my son has walking pneumonia. He is sitting on the couch next to me as I type this. It is kind of nice to have company, although I can barely take care of myself. Steve has promised to come home early today. I can make it until then. I better go get him some cough medicine now.