That's my lovely liver in photo #1 and photo #2 shows my doc reviewing my full-body PET scan. He rightly says he sometimes "hates his job."I meet with my "Austin genius" on Tuesday (it's lovely to have more than one). Most likely I'll return to Taxol, as that worked so beautifully, quickly, and without nausea last fall. The plan has been to "rechallenge" with more Taxol when the time came. However, this is a "visceral" vs. bone metastasis. I don't think this changes the drug, but theoretically it could.
Please take note that I am using my ladylike English-major language to describe all this, but inside I am cursing like a sailor. I had mentally prepared for this news but there's nothing like hearing it from the horse's mouth. As usual, my Research Department husband is on the case and getting ready to chow his way through the Internet, as a couple of trial things have come into the discussion. The kids, bless them, are taking this in stride.
Good thing I've got three wigs. Oh, man, isn't it disgusting that I can always find a positive within the oobleck. Pollyanna does what she has to do to get by! I do have MUCH to be thankful for, including all of you who read this.
Speaking of life, am planning a weekend with just my girls to see "Wicked" when it comes to Dallas in June, plus retail therapy. Caroline's escaping uniforms after eight years and needs clothes for high school. (Excuses, excuses!) Then, it's back to Dallas in August with Henry to see our beloved, beautiful, precious Red Sox play the Texas Rangers.
Kisses to all!
Sally the Tough Nut
