No cutesy cartoons of Jim Nabors (Gomer Pyle) to accompany this title. Because, unfortunately, the title is referring to news that is not at all humorous and I did not want to make light of a serious turn of events.
Got that call late yesterday afternoon from my onc-doc that I have been anticipating/fretting over regarding the results of Wednesday’s PET scan. Of course, I was somewhere, as before, where the noise was not very conducive to having a conversation. But this time I was able to move to a quieter area. Not sure I wanted to hear what he had to say as I was concerned that the hip discomfort that has been nagging me was a sign of things not-so-friendly coming back.
So the good news is that my hip is not showing any significant change. The bad news is that fuzzy has returned to, not one, but both lungs now, with multiple metastasis (mets). OK, that was a big surprise. I was thinking that at worst case, it might come back at my hip and we would be able to zap it again. ‘Fraid that is no longer an option and the Tarceva benefit seems to have run its course.
So where to from here? Good question. My onc is getting me an out-of-group referral to the lung cancer specialist at Moores Cancer Center. There may be a clinical trial available to me for some alternative treatment. If not, then most likely I will need to begin chemotherapy fairly soon. Of course, just before my daughter’s wedding at the end of the month. Shoulda taken the wedding photos before. Well, my daughter is a Photoshop guru so maybe she can work some magic if it is needed. Otherwise I just might be styling with that beret I modeled in a much earlier blog.
I will keep this blog short as that is about all of the news I have. Obviously I will update it once I have more of a game-plan in place.
And once more, and finally, thanks again to all of you that have supported this Sunday’s Breath of Hope walk. That support is appreciated today more than ever before, and the fact that it is benefiting Moores Cancer Center is even more apropos at this stage. I’ll see a bunch of you Sunday morning.
Business as usual (well, not really). Day at a time (for sure).