Here we are, several treatments, scans, tests and appointments later and, unfortunately, the cancer continues to grow. Both the CT and tumor markers show increased cancer activity. All tumors seen in the previous two scans have increased in size. There are metastases in and around the liver, as well as throughout the abdominal area, on the diaphragm and on the tail of the pancreas. I also have enlarged lymph nodes in my chest.
I am happy to report there is good news: my lungs, heart and pelvis are all OK.
Also, I’m feeling OK, in general.
And, I don’t have to continue with the previous regimen of chemotherapy.
The oncologist presented two options and a recommendation. One option is mitomycin, which is a chemotherapy administered through IV. The other option, and the one she recommends, is called Regorafenib-Stivarga. It is administered in tablet form, daily for three weeks, with the fourth week off. The plan is to take it for two months and see how well it works for me.
So, I’ve started on the new drug and, I’m happy to report, I seem to be tolerating it well. My appetite seems to have not been impacted, and I continue to hover around 66.6 kilograms (147 lbs). As you can see, I’ve buzzed my hair, as it was thinning (age? chemo? who knows!); we have yet to see what the impact of the new drug will be in that department.
More good news is that my doc gave me the OK to travel if I’m feeling up to it, and I am! So, tomorrow, I plan to jet off for a few days of work, fun and adulation from the masses. I’ve been home since August and, quite frankly, some of the people I live with want me out for a bit.
I don’t take it personally; I’m a lover not a hater.
There’s lots of good stuff on the horizon, once I get back home, including Thanksgiving (not a big deal here), Hanukkah (a pretty big deal here), a planned visit from my aunt and uncle (a pretty big deal with the kids) and Jerry Seinfeld’s first performance here (a HUGE deal).
Other than that, I just continue to do what I do, work when I can and stay out of the way of others.
I’ll end with a funny story: My daughter drove to Hadassah hospital to visit a friend. She called to tell me that she finally got there and that, after driving in and out of the hospital grounds three times, she finally succeeded in parking. She told me, “Daddy, it really IS all about the parking!”