I want to keep family, friends, and well-wishers more updated on the latest news on the ol' tumor. Which of course is a good thing. I'd much prefer to refer to the beast as old and decrepit rather than new and vibrant
On Wednesday June 22, I had an MRI exam. Jamie and I met with the neurosurgeon who said everything looks good - no new growth. This is the best we can expect from here on out. Later we met with my Chemo doctor who said the same thing. He was very pleased with the MRI and my progress. He has reduced the frequency of one the pills I have to take. Which I am greatly appreciative. It is the one I have to be very careful how I take it. Once I was careless and my dinner came to revisit me in the middle of the night.
I have to get my drip next week but that is less of a inconvenience than what most people imagine. Most people think of being horribly sick. I've never had a reaction. In fact I have managed to turn it to my advantage. The appointment can take quite a while so I apportion my day accordingly. I clock out with enough time to get a sandwich at a favorite local place, drive to the hospital, check in, read a magazine, wait for the Doc, wait to be punctured, start the drip, take a nap, and go home. One side benefit is I get to clock out early as there is not enough left in the day to get any work done if by some chance my drip would finish by 3:00.
This should be my routine for the forseable future.
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