Yesterday was the six-week visit to the KU Cancer Center, this time just for blood work and a consultation with Jennifer, the Physician Assistant. The waiting room was packed, and, though this is hardly a revelation, it's a good reminder that cancer is no respecter of age, race, or economic status. The one exception is that pediatric oncology is at a different site. The blood draw is fast and painless, and, though Marci was there, I avoided her yet again.
After a short wait, we saw Jennifer. The blood work was all in the normal range, so that was good news. I'm in the second day of the week without Votrient, and the trickiest part is regulating my blood pressure, which has been running low. When I'm on the Votrient, for years I took three meds to lower the blood pressure, but the last couple of runs, I've gone down to two, and even that reduced dosage keeps the level slightly lower than we'd like. After over four years of taking the chemo, my body seems not to react as strongly with hypertension. Other than drinking Gatorade, though, there doesn't seem to be much to do at home to keep the b.p. up, the new problem.
We had planned to have lunch with a KC friend or two, but both the ones we asked had to work. It seems so unfair that people actually have to work instead of being available for short-notice lunches. Mohamed and I had lunch at a First Watch a block away from the cancer center. The waiter recognized us from six weeks earlier, perhaps because we're an odd couple in the looks department.
I managed to stay awake the whole way home for the second time in a row, but then crashed for three hours once I saw the bed.
Our next visit is October 12 when I'll have the annual full-body x-rays, CT scans, blood work, a consultation with the oncologist, and the bone-strengthening shot--a much longer and more exhausting day than yesterday.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Back again after a very long silence. Yesterday was the regular trip to KU Med, this time for blood work, CT scans, a consultation, and the very expensive blood-strengthen shot. All of this was scheduled later in the day than usual, a fact that meant that I couldn't eat anything until after the scans. After a couple of years of saying that I couldn't even drink anything except water, I finally did learn that coffee is okay, so that at least helped. The blood draw now takes place in the same place as the scans, which means that I'm not in danger of having Marci as my phlebotomist. I don't know why but this time they took five vials of blood rather than the usual three. It's a quick and painless process. Next I drink two large cups of "water" (I'm still not convinced, despite what they say, that it's nothing but water). Instead of waiting where I usually do in a cold and uncomfortable corridor, I got to go back to sit with Mohamed in the warmer and larger general waiting room. Unfortunately, the computers weren't working at full capacity, so I had to wait for over an hour for the scans. (These days can't be fun days for Mohamed, who not only does the driving but has to spend hours just sitting and waiting--and watching TV shows on his phone.)
The scans go quickly and aren't difficult, much less so than, say, MRIs. And then I could finally eat, so we walked a block and a half to a First Watch, where I gobbled eggs benedict à la Florentine, fried potatoes, and fresh fruit. There was still another forty minute wait before we saw Dr. Van. The blood work was all good, and Dr. Van was optimistic, but because the computers were running so slowly, the results of my scans weren't available. I checked My Chart this morning, but the results still weren't available. The doctors' reports when I read them are so full of doctor-ese that I can rarely understand what's being said. I can at least understand the size of the tumor and whether it's grown. Dr. Van didn't seem worried. I'll do another post if there have been any major changes. Otherwise, the schedule of three weeks on the Votrient and one week off seems to be working well. The G-I problems have almost complete disappeared, though the level of fatigue remains the same.
July is a month of anniversaries. On le quatorze juillet both France and I aged another year--the big 7-0 for me. As I said earlier in these blogs, my father and both grandfathers died at 68, so I used to think that would be a difficult year. Then after the diagnosis and prognosis, I thought, well, that's one thing I won't have to worry about. And now 68 is a thing of the past. The next day marked the 8th anniversary of meeting Mohamed face to face for the first time after a lot of Skyping. (We're hoping those sessions aren't in the NSA cloud somewhere.) And this Friday we celebrate our second wedding anniversary.
A friend gave me a copy of Harper Lee's novel "Go Set a Watchman," a truly terrible work. The first hundred pages are as overwritten, pointless, and tedious as anything I've read recently. Then, over a third of the way through the book, there's a crime, and I got my hopes up. But, no, it's absolutely irrelevant to the "plot" of the novel and is quickly dismissed. There are long, ungainly passages of exposition and dialogue that is like nothing that's ever been spoken. The marketing for the novel was clever, but totally misleading: supposedly, Lee submitted this work and was told to re-write it from the point of the child. But "GSAW" has almost nothing to do with "To Kill a Mockingbird." There is one page where the story of "Mockingbird" is "alluded" to (it can't really be an allusion, since "Mockingbird" didn't exist yet). Atticus Finch is a virtually minor character in this novel. If anything, the novel is a bildungsroman about Jean Louise (a/k/a Scout), but her development is so confused and the plot so thin that her growth is incoherent. One moment she is sickened by her fellow Alabamans, but soon she agrees with Atticus that Blacks are inferior, can never be educated or integrated, etc. But still, they're "human," she argues. Her defense of the South is based on the Tenth Amendment (states' rights). Atticus and his doctor brother seem to base their defense of the South on the premise that the Civil War and all that followed had nothing to do with slavery, but rather on the South's right to preserve and protect its heritage. But none of this is coherently developed or in any way integrated into what story there is. If you want to read a powerful work on the same theme (and one which actually has Black characters in it; there are none of any importance in "GSAW"), I suggest Faulkner's "Intruder in the Dust" and the fine movie made from it. It was published earlier than either Lee work, and I'd bet she was influenced by it.
The scans go quickly and aren't difficult, much less so than, say, MRIs. And then I could finally eat, so we walked a block and a half to a First Watch, where I gobbled eggs benedict à la Florentine, fried potatoes, and fresh fruit. There was still another forty minute wait before we saw Dr. Van. The blood work was all good, and Dr. Van was optimistic, but because the computers were running so slowly, the results of my scans weren't available. I checked My Chart this morning, but the results still weren't available. The doctors' reports when I read them are so full of doctor-ese that I can rarely understand what's being said. I can at least understand the size of the tumor and whether it's grown. Dr. Van didn't seem worried. I'll do another post if there have been any major changes. Otherwise, the schedule of three weeks on the Votrient and one week off seems to be working well. The G-I problems have almost complete disappeared, though the level of fatigue remains the same.
July is a month of anniversaries. On le quatorze juillet both France and I aged another year--the big 7-0 for me. As I said earlier in these blogs, my father and both grandfathers died at 68, so I used to think that would be a difficult year. Then after the diagnosis and prognosis, I thought, well, that's one thing I won't have to worry about. And now 68 is a thing of the past. The next day marked the 8th anniversary of meeting Mohamed face to face for the first time after a lot of Skyping. (We're hoping those sessions aren't in the NSA cloud somewhere.) And this Friday we celebrate our second wedding anniversary.
A friend gave me a copy of Harper Lee's novel "Go Set a Watchman," a truly terrible work. The first hundred pages are as overwritten, pointless, and tedious as anything I've read recently. Then, over a third of the way through the book, there's a crime, and I got my hopes up. But, no, it's absolutely irrelevant to the "plot" of the novel and is quickly dismissed. There are long, ungainly passages of exposition and dialogue that is like nothing that's ever been spoken. The marketing for the novel was clever, but totally misleading: supposedly, Lee submitted this work and was told to re-write it from the point of the child. But "GSAW" has almost nothing to do with "To Kill a Mockingbird." There is one page where the story of "Mockingbird" is "alluded" to (it can't really be an allusion, since "Mockingbird" didn't exist yet). Atticus Finch is a virtually minor character in this novel. If anything, the novel is a bildungsroman about Jean Louise (a/k/a Scout), but her development is so confused and the plot so thin that her growth is incoherent. One moment she is sickened by her fellow Alabamans, but soon she agrees with Atticus that Blacks are inferior, can never be educated or integrated, etc. But still, they're "human," she argues. Her defense of the South is based on the Tenth Amendment (states' rights). Atticus and his doctor brother seem to base their defense of the South on the premise that the Civil War and all that followed had nothing to do with slavery, but rather on the South's right to preserve and protect its heritage. But none of this is coherently developed or in any way integrated into what story there is. If you want to read a powerful work on the same theme (and one which actually has Black characters in it; there are none of any importance in "GSAW"), I suggest Faulkner's "Intruder in the Dust" and the fine movie made from it. It was published earlier than either Lee work, and I'd bet she was influenced by it.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
After three months of silence, finally a report after yesterday's trip to the cancer center. In the meantime, there had been one visit, but that was just for the blood report, which is always basically within normal limits.
Withdrawing the blood and inserting the IV is now done in the basement of the center where the CT machine is located. It's more efficient that way (and I don't risk having Marci as my phlebotomist). It's rather like a maze in the basement and the one place where waiting isn't particularly pleasant. It's also extremely cold since the machines generate high heat so that the a/c runs continuously and since I'm drinking two large glasses of ice water. For the male patients waiting for a scan, there are just three chairs in a corridor. I cuddled up in my heated blanket, and the magazine selection, happily for me, was nothing but male fashion rags--not exactly intellectual stimulation, but certainly pleasant enough viewing. After nearly an hour, I went in for the scans. I don't have to undress, just slide my jeans down to around my knees and lie on a table which slides me in and out of the machine. First they take scans without contrast; then they add whatever contrast is (and after all these tests I still have no idea) through the IV. There's an immediate metallic taste. A few more scans, and it's over.
For some reason, the cancer center has a horrible cafeteria. Since the building was once the original headquarters for Sprint, it's always rather surprising that the cafeteria is so small. I can't eat for four hours before the scans, but we had brought some cinnamon crisps from Panera, so I wolfed one down and then went outside for a smoke. Yes, I'm aware of the irony of continuing to smoke, even if at a much diminished level, while I'm undergoing cancer treatment.
The next step was seeing Dr. Van, who seems to have made a New Year's resolution to run on time. Quite uncharacteristically but for the second time in a row, he arrived in our room promptly as scheduled. We had some questions to ask him (I've been getting late afternoon headaches, for example), and we were so involved in those that we actually forgot to ask about the results of the tests. He brought them up, however, and they were all good. For yet another three months, the primary tumor has not grown. That was good news indeed, of course, and we'll continue on the current schedule of three weeks on the Votrient, one week off.
The last stop was my hugely expensive (for some reason, the price varies unpredictably between $10,000 and $13,000 a shot) bone-strengthening injection. For another unfathomable reason it has to be scheduled an hour after we see the oncologist, a wait that always seems unnecessary. Almost everyone at the cancer center is very friendly, almost everyone except the woman in charge of these shots. Fortunately, she wasn't there when we arrived, and a friendlier woman got us in early for the injection.
We stopped at Stroud's, the world's best pan-fried chicken restaurant, on the way out of town. Both of us ate way too much, but we both stayed awake for the ride home, though then we promptly crashed for a couple of hours. Even though these trips aren't physically taxing and even though neither of us is a worrier, still, there is something about the uncertainty that takes its toll even when all the news is good.
Withdrawing the blood and inserting the IV is now done in the basement of the center where the CT machine is located. It's more efficient that way (and I don't risk having Marci as my phlebotomist). It's rather like a maze in the basement and the one place where waiting isn't particularly pleasant. It's also extremely cold since the machines generate high heat so that the a/c runs continuously and since I'm drinking two large glasses of ice water. For the male patients waiting for a scan, there are just three chairs in a corridor. I cuddled up in my heated blanket, and the magazine selection, happily for me, was nothing but male fashion rags--not exactly intellectual stimulation, but certainly pleasant enough viewing. After nearly an hour, I went in for the scans. I don't have to undress, just slide my jeans down to around my knees and lie on a table which slides me in and out of the machine. First they take scans without contrast; then they add whatever contrast is (and after all these tests I still have no idea) through the IV. There's an immediate metallic taste. A few more scans, and it's over.
For some reason, the cancer center has a horrible cafeteria. Since the building was once the original headquarters for Sprint, it's always rather surprising that the cafeteria is so small. I can't eat for four hours before the scans, but we had brought some cinnamon crisps from Panera, so I wolfed one down and then went outside for a smoke. Yes, I'm aware of the irony of continuing to smoke, even if at a much diminished level, while I'm undergoing cancer treatment.
The next step was seeing Dr. Van, who seems to have made a New Year's resolution to run on time. Quite uncharacteristically but for the second time in a row, he arrived in our room promptly as scheduled. We had some questions to ask him (I've been getting late afternoon headaches, for example), and we were so involved in those that we actually forgot to ask about the results of the tests. He brought them up, however, and they were all good. For yet another three months, the primary tumor has not grown. That was good news indeed, of course, and we'll continue on the current schedule of three weeks on the Votrient, one week off.
The last stop was my hugely expensive (for some reason, the price varies unpredictably between $10,000 and $13,000 a shot) bone-strengthening injection. For another unfathomable reason it has to be scheduled an hour after we see the oncologist, a wait that always seems unnecessary. Almost everyone at the cancer center is very friendly, almost everyone except the woman in charge of these shots. Fortunately, she wasn't there when we arrived, and a friendlier woman got us in early for the injection.
We stopped at Stroud's, the world's best pan-fried chicken restaurant, on the way out of town. Both of us ate way too much, but we both stayed awake for the ride home, though then we promptly crashed for a couple of hours. Even though these trips aren't physically taxing and even though neither of us is a worrier, still, there is something about the uncertainty that takes its toll even when all the news is good.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Sheesh...I haven't updated the blog since before Christmas. Is anyone still checking after such a long hiatus? The holidays were quiet, but pleasant. I did contemplate blogging after the Charlie Hebdo incident, but obviously didn't.
Tuesday, however, was our six-week visit to the cancer center, this time with CT scans, and I do always blog with medical news. The weekend before had been somewhat unsettling as two friends/acquaintances, including one of the blog followers, had died of cancer. I had been on the new regimen of three weeks on chemo, followed by a week's break. Three weeks seems to be about the most I can take, since some of the problems associated with the chemo had returned.
The first appointment was at 11, so the morning was relaxed before we left. The blood work was done in the same part of the clinic as the CT scans, so I didn't risk an encounter with Marci. They drew the blood promptly at 11, but then, after I drank the two large Styrofoam containers of water, the wait seemed interminable, especially as the CT machine didn't seem to be in use. Finally (and uncharacteristically), I complained, and they stuck me in the machine. I don't even have to undress for the scans, just pull my pants down and hold my breath a few times as the machine whirrs.
There was a two-hour break before the consultation, so we went a mile down the road to Strouds, famous for its pan-fried chicken and cinnamon rolls--nothing like a nutritious, low-calorie meal for a cancer patient. We were back at the center exactly at 2, ready to see Dr. Van, who is always running very late. In about five minutes, he came into the room. I expected him to say that he'd be back as soon as possible, but instead he was ready for the consult.
All the news was good. The blood tests were mainly within the normal parameters (there are always some outliers), and the kidney tumor had actually shrunk a bit--not a significant diminution, but certainly a good sign. The bell curve of prognoses for stage four kidney cancer with the height at 10 to 11 months is clearly skewed right, and after over four years, I'm thankfully somewhere on the long, right-side tail. So with everything holding steady, I'll stay on the same chemo schedule, and we'll check in again in another six weeks. The G-I problems have abated somewhat; my blood pressure is erratic, but never too extreme in either direction. In terms of quality of life, it's the constant fatigue that is the most debilitating, but with Mohamed at my side, we keep calm and carry on.
Tuesday, however, was our six-week visit to the cancer center, this time with CT scans, and I do always blog with medical news. The weekend before had been somewhat unsettling as two friends/acquaintances, including one of the blog followers, had died of cancer. I had been on the new regimen of three weeks on chemo, followed by a week's break. Three weeks seems to be about the most I can take, since some of the problems associated with the chemo had returned.
The first appointment was at 11, so the morning was relaxed before we left. The blood work was done in the same part of the clinic as the CT scans, so I didn't risk an encounter with Marci. They drew the blood promptly at 11, but then, after I drank the two large Styrofoam containers of water, the wait seemed interminable, especially as the CT machine didn't seem to be in use. Finally (and uncharacteristically), I complained, and they stuck me in the machine. I don't even have to undress for the scans, just pull my pants down and hold my breath a few times as the machine whirrs.
There was a two-hour break before the consultation, so we went a mile down the road to Strouds, famous for its pan-fried chicken and cinnamon rolls--nothing like a nutritious, low-calorie meal for a cancer patient. We were back at the center exactly at 2, ready to see Dr. Van, who is always running very late. In about five minutes, he came into the room. I expected him to say that he'd be back as soon as possible, but instead he was ready for the consult.
All the news was good. The blood tests were mainly within the normal parameters (there are always some outliers), and the kidney tumor had actually shrunk a bit--not a significant diminution, but certainly a good sign. The bell curve of prognoses for stage four kidney cancer with the height at 10 to 11 months is clearly skewed right, and after over four years, I'm thankfully somewhere on the long, right-side tail. So with everything holding steady, I'll stay on the same chemo schedule, and we'll check in again in another six weeks. The G-I problems have abated somewhat; my blood pressure is erratic, but never too extreme in either direction. In terms of quality of life, it's the constant fatigue that is the most debilitating, but with Mohamed at my side, we keep calm and carry on.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Tuesday we went back to the cancer center after only three weeks in order to see how I was doing on the new regimen of two weeks on the Votrient, one week off. In the interim, there had been one slight scare. I hadn't had much pep (or "many peps," as one of my French friends used to say), so a week ago Monday, we had decided to out for dinner. By 7:30, I was ready to go. "Are you ok?" Mohamed asked. I said yes; he said no, as blood was running out of my nose. The 1350 morning shots that Mohamed has given me over the last 3½ years are Lovanox, a strong blood thinner. It obviously was working, as it took an hour for the nose bleed to stop. Mohamed left to get take-out, and I ate well, but by 9:30 the bleeding had begun again, and we couldn't get it to stop. Big, stringy, gross globs of blood ran non-stop down my throat. Although it seemed silly to go to the ER for a nose bleed, by 11:30, when it was still bleeding, we decided to go. We spent two hours there. The doctor cauterized an artery in my nose, but I didn't have to have the inflatable balloon they sometimes have to use. Since then, there haven't been further problems, though yesterday we had a humidifier installed on the furnace.
Tuesday the blood work went smoothly, and there were no new problems. During the three weeks of the new schedule, the G-I problems had improved, and my blood pressure was relatively normal. The new regimen, however, meant that I was taking 1/3 the dosage of Votrient as I had taken when all this began. Mohamed was worried about the diminution, so during the consultation, we proposed increasing the dose by going to three weeks on, then one week off. So rather than this being a week without chemo, I'm still taking it. Next week will be the week off. As long as the three-week regimen doesn't have more serious side effects, we'll stay on it until the end of January when we have our next series of tests, including the CT scans.
Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year that brings all of you health, prosperity, and joy.
Tuesday the blood work went smoothly, and there were no new problems. During the three weeks of the new schedule, the G-I problems had improved, and my blood pressure was relatively normal. The new regimen, however, meant that I was taking 1/3 the dosage of Votrient as I had taken when all this began. Mohamed was worried about the diminution, so during the consultation, we proposed increasing the dose by going to three weeks on, then one week off. So rather than this being a week without chemo, I'm still taking it. Next week will be the week off. As long as the three-week regimen doesn't have more serious side effects, we'll stay on it until the end of January when we have our next series of tests, including the CT scans.
Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year that brings all of you health, prosperity, and joy.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
It's been almost a month since I posted anything, a month when I went back on the Votrient. At first, the resumption of side effects was very gradual. But by now they've all returned. First to make a comeback was the loss of ability to taste and the accompanying loss of appetite. Before I was in the hospital in October, I had never had a sandwich from Jimmy John's. Mohamed brought me one (a #12), and, off the Votrient, I thought it was the most delicious food I'd ever eaten outside of France. As long as I wasn't taking the chemo, I scarfed down at least two of them a week. And then suddenly, once back on the Votrient, the sandwich lost its taste, and finishing one seemed an ordeal.
We'd cut the blood pressure meds down to two, rather than the three we'd been using to counter the effects of the chemo, which raises blood pressure dramatically. (One of the causes of the hospitalization last month was that while I had stopped the Votrient, I forgot to reduce the blood pressure meds, so I was reading 80/40 when I entered the hospital.) But now the blood pressure was high again--not dangerously so, but consistently above what is desirable.
The last symptom to return was the diarrhea. It took a while, but when it returned, it did so with a vengeance. Imodium is back on my regular rotation of meds.
Yesterday we went to the KU Cancer Center. Usually we go every six weeks, but to check more closely, we went after four weeks. Blood work went quickly, but there was an uncharacteristic wait for Jennifer, the physician assistant we see on every other visit. There were the usual anomalies in the blood work, but most of the discussion concerned the chemo schedule. What we've settled on now to help alleviate the consequences of Votrient is a schedule of two weeks on, one week off. I started the week off yesterday. We're going to try one blood pressure med while I'm off the chemo, and we'll go back in three weeks after the first of this new cycle. Meanwhile, I hope the diarrhea abates and my appetite returns, especially in time for Thanksgiving dinner.
Since the last post, the Royals have lost the last game of the World Series, though what a thrilling post-season they gave us.
The election has passed and gloom reigns supreme.
The Supreme Court has legalized same-sex marriage in Kansas, though our dreadful governor, secretary of state, and attorney general are doing everything they can to create hassles, e.g. forbidding the DMV to allow changes in a driver's name after a marriage. Presumably, we'll be able to file the same federal and state income tax forms this year.
Happy Thanksgiving. We'll be spending it among friends, the same group as for the last three years, though in a different location. I'm making a pumpkin cheesecake, which is always delicious, though I'm ashamed to admit it's a Paula Deen recipe.
And since it's a Thanksgiving tradition to say what one is thankful for, I'll jump the gun and say that I'm most thankful for Mohamed, who is unfailingly loving and caring and who, after four years of this, has never once complained.
We'd cut the blood pressure meds down to two, rather than the three we'd been using to counter the effects of the chemo, which raises blood pressure dramatically. (One of the causes of the hospitalization last month was that while I had stopped the Votrient, I forgot to reduce the blood pressure meds, so I was reading 80/40 when I entered the hospital.) But now the blood pressure was high again--not dangerously so, but consistently above what is desirable.
The last symptom to return was the diarrhea. It took a while, but when it returned, it did so with a vengeance. Imodium is back on my regular rotation of meds.
Yesterday we went to the KU Cancer Center. Usually we go every six weeks, but to check more closely, we went after four weeks. Blood work went quickly, but there was an uncharacteristic wait for Jennifer, the physician assistant we see on every other visit. There were the usual anomalies in the blood work, but most of the discussion concerned the chemo schedule. What we've settled on now to help alleviate the consequences of Votrient is a schedule of two weeks on, one week off. I started the week off yesterday. We're going to try one blood pressure med while I'm off the chemo, and we'll go back in three weeks after the first of this new cycle. Meanwhile, I hope the diarrhea abates and my appetite returns, especially in time for Thanksgiving dinner.
Since the last post, the Royals have lost the last game of the World Series, though what a thrilling post-season they gave us.
The election has passed and gloom reigns supreme.
The Supreme Court has legalized same-sex marriage in Kansas, though our dreadful governor, secretary of state, and attorney general are doing everything they can to create hassles, e.g. forbidding the DMV to allow changes in a driver's name after a marriage. Presumably, we'll be able to file the same federal and state income tax forms this year.
Happy Thanksgiving. We'll be spending it among friends, the same group as for the last three years, though in a different location. I'm making a pumpkin cheesecake, which is always delicious, though I'm ashamed to admit it's a Paula Deen recipe.
And since it's a Thanksgiving tradition to say what one is thankful for, I'll jump the gun and say that I'm most thankful for Mohamed, who is unfailingly loving and caring and who, after four years of this, has never once complained.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
our good news day
Yesterday was our long day of tests and decisions at the KU Cancer Center. Normally, after all these visits, Mohamed and I are rather blasé about these days, but I'll have to admit that this time, after the full month's break in chemo, we were both a little apprehensive. We were up at the crack of 6 a.m. and out the door an hour later. It was still dark when we left, which meant that driving into the rising sun wasn't fun for Mohamed, especially in the morning KC rush hour traffic.
The first stop is drawing blood and putting in an IV, which I need for the part of the scans with "contrast." I had an unfamiliar phlebotomist, a woman named Ted. Her real name, she said, was Edwina, but she'd early chosen to go by Ted. She was efficient and chatty and said that I was "fun" and "a tough old bird." Fun--not so much these days; tough old bird, a phrase I've been known to apply to myself.
Next we descended to the basement, where I changed into hospital pants, which promptly fell down the first time I walked down the hall with them, removed my shoes and shirt, and began drinking the two large, cold cups of water. Rather quickly, I was called for the x-rays--19 of them in all from head to toe. The technician was impressed with the size of my titanium femur. Then there seemed to be a long wait for my turn in the CT scanner. Because of the heat the various machines in that part of the center generate, the temperature is kept very low. I always shiver, despite the warm blanket they give me. The scans went quickly, and shortly before 11 we were done.
We met our friend TJ at Stroud's, home of the world's best pan-fried chicken, to say nothing of their cinnamon rolls. The restaurant has been featured several times on the Food Network. For years, the only location was in North Kansas City--an old house mobbed on weekends. Some time ago, they opened a branch near the cancer center, and since my appetite was still good, I figured I should take advantage. TJ sings with and is marketing director for KC's gay chorus, the Heartland Men's Chorus. They're part of the T-Mobile commercial montage of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," which runs right after the "God Bless America" seventh inning stretch during the World Series. Since no food is begun before the order is placed, we had a nice, long time to chat, and TJ is always an entertaining conversationalist.
At one o'clock we were back at the center, ready for our consultation. And the results were all good. Despite the month's respite, the primary tumor hadn't grown at all, not one millimeter. What a relief! We ruled out switching to another chemo treatment: why start all over again with no specific idea of the side effects of the new drug or of its efficacy? Dr. Van asked if we wanted to try another month without chemo, but both Mohamed and I had already decided that we weren't ready to push our luck, so last night, for the first time in a month, I swallowed two pills of Votrient. Hello, old friends. One of the immediate side effects is that Votrient raises blood pressure, and so for the past three years, I've been taking three anti-hypertension meds. We'll go with just two meds for the moment, but with daily monitoring and we'll go back to the center in a month, rather than the normal six weeks, to see how everything is going.
All in all, it was a great and comforting trip to KC. I crashed when I got home, but that's normal, and then watched the Royals demolish the Giants. Just for a little class, tonight the national anthem will be sung by one of the world's greatest mezzo-sopranos, Joyce DiDonato. Go Royals!
The first stop is drawing blood and putting in an IV, which I need for the part of the scans with "contrast." I had an unfamiliar phlebotomist, a woman named Ted. Her real name, she said, was Edwina, but she'd early chosen to go by Ted. She was efficient and chatty and said that I was "fun" and "a tough old bird." Fun--not so much these days; tough old bird, a phrase I've been known to apply to myself.
Next we descended to the basement, where I changed into hospital pants, which promptly fell down the first time I walked down the hall with them, removed my shoes and shirt, and began drinking the two large, cold cups of water. Rather quickly, I was called for the x-rays--19 of them in all from head to toe. The technician was impressed with the size of my titanium femur. Then there seemed to be a long wait for my turn in the CT scanner. Because of the heat the various machines in that part of the center generate, the temperature is kept very low. I always shiver, despite the warm blanket they give me. The scans went quickly, and shortly before 11 we were done.
We met our friend TJ at Stroud's, home of the world's best pan-fried chicken, to say nothing of their cinnamon rolls. The restaurant has been featured several times on the Food Network. For years, the only location was in North Kansas City--an old house mobbed on weekends. Some time ago, they opened a branch near the cancer center, and since my appetite was still good, I figured I should take advantage. TJ sings with and is marketing director for KC's gay chorus, the Heartland Men's Chorus. They're part of the T-Mobile commercial montage of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," which runs right after the "God Bless America" seventh inning stretch during the World Series. Since no food is begun before the order is placed, we had a nice, long time to chat, and TJ is always an entertaining conversationalist.
At one o'clock we were back at the center, ready for our consultation. And the results were all good. Despite the month's respite, the primary tumor hadn't grown at all, not one millimeter. What a relief! We ruled out switching to another chemo treatment: why start all over again with no specific idea of the side effects of the new drug or of its efficacy? Dr. Van asked if we wanted to try another month without chemo, but both Mohamed and I had already decided that we weren't ready to push our luck, so last night, for the first time in a month, I swallowed two pills of Votrient. Hello, old friends. One of the immediate side effects is that Votrient raises blood pressure, and so for the past three years, I've been taking three anti-hypertension meds. We'll go with just two meds for the moment, but with daily monitoring and we'll go back to the center in a month, rather than the normal six weeks, to see how everything is going.
All in all, it was a great and comforting trip to KC. I crashed when I got home, but that's normal, and then watched the Royals demolish the Giants. Just for a little class, tonight the national anthem will be sung by one of the world's greatest mezzo-sopranos, Joyce DiDonato. Go Royals!
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