Tumor? Two More? Get it? Even with a life-threatening illness, I still retain my status as Wittiest Male in the Yukon High School Class of 1982, no?
And like Black Flag's Roach Motel, I sure hope there is plenty of room for those malignant cancer cells to check in, but not check out.
Lee Ann and I returned from Bethesda and the NIH this past Wednesday, March 11, and I took my first dose of Sutent later that evening. Thank God, I experienced no ill effects from the new chemotherapy. The only noticeable change is a desire to listen to the music of The Backstreet Boys. I fully realize that this is probably not normal for a man on the verge of his 45th birthday, but those dudes sure do sing well together...at least on their records. I can't bring myself to see them live. Just can't do it. Nope.
I head back to the NIH in two weeks - March 24-25 - for some additional lab work and a visit to the clinic. My dad is traveling with me since the vision loss I have experienced has made me a bit leery of traveling alone. It's just the left peripheral vision, but it can still result in lots of bumping into objects and people. It should be a pretty easy trip although all of the traveling of late is becoming tiresome. And while there is no legal requirement at this point, I have decided that my driving days are over for now. It was a very tough decision to make since it involves a major loss of independence, but it was probably the right one for my safety and, more importantly, that of others. My loss is Dale's gain as I think he enjoys getting the extra time behind the wheel. Lee Ann has taken on extra chauffeuring duties with her usual good humor and grace. Don't know what I would do without her. I definitely won the lottery with her.
I will return to the NIH again two weeks following the March 24-25 visit and then again a month later. Those visits will involve MRIs to determine whether the Sutent is having a positive effect. If it is, we continue, if not, we find something else. Pretty simple.
And on we go!