Last week Alicia and I packed our hand sanitizer and face masks and headed to Rochester.
Great news today at the doctor’s office.
As it usually goes in my life, I got myself all worked up for nothing.
Three MRI scans since my last post and I’m still doing great. No sign of any new cancer growth. The summer has been flying by and we’ve been keeping very busy. Things are beginning to feel normal again
Back at Mayo Clinic today for a follow up MRI scan. This was the first scan I’ve had since beginning the clinical trial chemotherapy treatments.
Weeks later, I’m still alive. I haven’t vomited once, had liver or kidney failure, nor have I developed leukemia or pulmonary fibrosis, per warnings from Google.
I made the decision to move forward with enrolling in the clinical trial. Participating in the trial will give me the opportunity to try something new and allow for more options to fight cancer if necessary.
While I’m grateful for potentially having more options to fight cancer, I hate that I have more difficult decisions I have to make.
I keep having to remind myself that this was not the same surgery I had in 2010. This surgery was hours longer and more complex than last time. I don’t know why I have set the bar so high for my recovery – as if there would be no pain and no suffering. This is brain surgery. It’s not a walk in the park.
First leg of the cancer journey is over