So, here we are almost 3 weeks out from my visit to the GI cancer specialist, Dr. Pederson. I was surprised because she took a long time with me, asking questions and then listening to my answers. Long story short, this cancer is something I will die with, but maybe not from. The game plan is to wait until the next CT scan on Oct. 7 to check the status of my liver and then, depending on the results, we will either wait and see if it is not growing and stable. If that is the case, we can try immunotherapy. If there is growth, we might go for more chemo or a clinical trial. So there are options.
All I know for sure is that I am tired and lack energy every day. I can't even bake bread. I think this may be the new normal, although it may be that I am still recovering from the last chemo treatment. That one was hard. I don’t want more chemo, but there’s no need to worry about that right now.
. Oh, and I believe I am losing some cognitive abilities, which may be due to chemo-brain or it may be just that I getting old. It’s worrisome. I don’t have much of an appetite; the texture of many foods repulses me. Because of that, I have lost 5 pounds.
I have finally engaged a house cleaner to come every 2 weeks something I have been meaning to do ever since my last cleaner retired three years ago. I’m trying to plan ahead for the time when I won’t be able to clean. I want her in place for when I am gone since Sweetie and School Marm are not people to notice grime or dust. However, School Marm has taken to gardening with a passion. I cheer her on.
I can still knit, which gives me great pleasure. These are skull socks for Sweetie, and it's a free pattern from Knitty (sometime in 2011.) It's a slog sometimes as I have ripped back to the cuffs twice. The other day I noticed an error and I said I would be damned if I was going to rip out anymore.
