Fight and you may die. Run, and you'll live... at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM!
I couldn't resist. I'm feeling a little Braveheart as I head into battle tomorrow morning against my cancer.
9am chemo. My oncologist kind of spung this on me tonight. I had expected to start next Monday or Tuesday, after having a "power port" installed in my chest. But today my lump was a little painful and hot. Dr. Y said it is not an emergency, but confirmed his feeling that we better get treatment going.
What does one do during chemo treatments? Read? Watch videos? Bananagrams? I guess we'll find out tomorrow.
I had a vigerous schedule of tests this week: Blood work, bone scan, CT, and echocardiogram. Think: lots of needles and some very expensive and very big machines. I met some nice techs along the way and so far it seems that all the tests were negative for more cancer. Phew!
I now know my cancer is Her-2 positive, which means it is over-expressed for Her-2. But there is a specific cancer drug for that called Herceptin. So while Her-2 cancer is the more aggressive and enterprising, it also has an Aquilles Heel, which can be targetted by the Herceptin.
Tomorrow, my life changes again. The first change was finding out about the cancer. Now with treatment, I'll finally start to look like a patient (and likely feel like one, too). It will be a challenging chapter, but I'm ready to get this show on the road.