So, today was my Mom's PET scan at Dana Farber (62, with lung tumor near heart and mets to the spine and pelvis that have been radiated). I was absolutely expecting the worst possible news. My way of coping, I guess. Well, there has been some improvement in the lung tumor, so it's working after two treatments! Her blood counts were back to normal, so she went on to third infusion (carbo/taxol) - which is awesome. She's been nauseous these last three weeks since the last chemo, and lo and behold, they think it's because my mom was taking anti-nausea meds the whole time (probably a misunderstanding on my parents part, kind of turned into a chicken and egg, she was nauseous and kept taking them when too much of them were causing it...arrgghhh). The only really troubling part is that there is a spot of something near the pancreas that was there all along, but now they want to do an MRI to see what it is (could also be causing nausea). So all in all, a good day, we're moving forward.
I spent some quality time hanging out with her in the infusion room, it was really nice. She looked much better than I expected (haven't seen her in a few weeks because I was sick then she wasn't up for company).
But, I don't know why, I'm still bummed. I guess it's the reality of this disease. I want a cure! And I think (know?) it's not going to happen. I'm going to try to get up tomorrow and live for today, but it's so hard...I feel like I should be ecstatic, but I'm not.
Thanks for listening.
Pam
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