Chemo #5 is in the books. Only (!) eleven more to go. I’m now on a weekly schedule so I’m hoping that helps the time pass faster. Anything to be done with chemo so Sean can come home.
I felt pretty good so I brought out the fancy wig. Felt nice to look kinda back to normal. My eyelashes and eyebrows are still hanging on. So far. And in an ironic turn of events, my leg hair started growing back and I have a few chin hairs still hanging on for dear life. Not cool, Universe.
I started a new chemo drug today (Taxol) that everyone keeps telling me is much easier on the system for most people. I don’t trust statistics anymore to be honest (I was in the minority with this diagnosis, so there you go) but here’s to hoping anyway. I can already tell it’s not as bad as the last four rounds with the A/C. I’ll hold on to that.
Sean “sat with me” again because he’s my lobster:
And oh! I forgot to share the big news: The tumor has shrunk so much that I can’t feel it anymore. As recently as my last appointment, it was still really easy to find. It’s strange to have the last physical evidence of this disease gone, but it’s a welcome change. My new visualization is what’s called pCR - pathologic complete remission - meaning, even microscopically, all the cancer cells are gone. 💥 They will be able to make the determination after my surgery.
Onward.