So this post will be a short one. Ahhh. Guess it takes a bit longer for the radio-types to write up a detailed report on MRI’s. We did meet with our onc – that’s an “in-the-know” term for an oncologist, otherwise referred by me as a guy who studies uncles. Anyway, he pulled up the x-ray taken last week of my lung and it was amazing to see the difference from only 6 weeks ago. Clear. Fuzzy-less.
We also had a whole bunch of questions answered, especially the one about resuming business as usual. And I mean business as usual. Thus I no longer can pull the “C” card to get out of hubby-duties. Dang. 🙂 No longer do I get an extra half a dozen strokes when playing golf. But it does mean I can resume my volunteering gigs at Rady Children’s and perhaps even at one of the summer camps I’m involved with. Just gotta be sure to wear sunscreen with a 1,000 SPF.
We agreed to also stop the antibiotics to see how my zits and ant-head reacts. Stand ready with that can of Raid. But the fewer chemicals I can put in my body, the better, as far as I am concerned. My onc also said he was going to confer with the specialist at UCSD to see if adding Avastin to my regimen might prove beneficial. She has been running clinical trials with that combo and my doc wants to check on the results so far.
I also asked him about a substitute for Advil since that is not good to take with Tarceva. And telling a 60-year-old weekend warrior, such as myself, to not use ibuprofen is like telling Kohl’s they can’t have a sale. Takes me 3 days to recover from a 1 1/2 hour softball game nowadays. And doing that w/o Advil is asking a lot. He prescribed something else that I will avoid taking unless really hurting, or if I play a double header. And speaking of softball, I had another something-for-4-day yesterday in our playoff game. Unfortunately that something was a 1 this week. And we got toasted. Oh well, summer season is just around the corner and I get to play with my son who has played on our team for the past 5 years or so. Very cool!
I also asked my doc to review the results of the blood workup that I donated for the cause to last Friday. He pulled that up on the screen and only had one word: “beautiful.” Not “looks pretty good” or “within nominal range” but “beautiful.” That’s not doctor-speak but it sure worked for me.
Came home this afternoon to a package my sister and her husband sent me. I opened it up and saw that it was a dozen Titleist golf balls. I thought, that’s cool, after the way I’ve been playing, I could use some more. However, upon reading the card and inspecting the balls further, I made the following discovery:
Look close. What a great idea! However, these would only last about 2 rounds the way I typically play. I will have to reserve them for holes with no OB or water hazards. Maybe Boomers?
OK, time to wrap up. Perhaps tomorrow will bring good news on the MRI front.
Business as definitely usual. Day at a time, although I’m almost ready to change to “month at a time.”