I went to UW
Health for my latest round of interthecal chemotherapy. Round 1 of cycle 3, I believe.
I saw a male
cardinal on my return trip from the hospital.
Plus, I was able to watch the first three plus innings of the Brewers versus
Twins opening day baseball game.
It is nice to
have my friend baseball back.
I learned from RN
Hansen that I do have a PET scan scheduled.
My hope is that it is on a chemotherapy trip. However, with the radioactive isotope IV, I
find that doubtful.
I hope the CAR
T-cell therapy is successful.
Carla does have
cancer. I hope it is a beatable
form. Her doctor seems to believe this
will be a reoccurring battle for her. I
hope her remissions are much longer than mine.
I get about two
months and the crap is right back growing again.
The last week and
a half I have been dealing with nausea, sickness, and overheating at
night. That is how it all started in
2019 with the disease growth in the abdomen.
My guess is it had started to grow there again. But we are going forward with something
soon. Plus, I still feel good more than
I feel crappy--although Monday really sucked.
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