I went to see my oncologist, Dr. G, on Monday, 24 August 2009.
The good news is my weight is up to 142.8 pounds.
The bad news is that was the only good news.
The results of the PET scan show that Frank's evil little minions are spreading: the spots in my liver and right lung have gotten bigger, I now have a spot in my left lung, a couple of my lymph nodes in my abdomen have spots, and my left hip bone and sternum have spots too. (This last one explains why I constantly feel like I've been punched in the chest.)
So, what's next?
Not urn shopping.
We're going to try everything all at once: the erbitux, camptosar, and the 5FU (via the fun take-home pump). The difference this time is we are going to more aggressively manage the side effects. Treatments will be every two weeks, so hopefully I feel somewhat human every other week.
Also, if the pain in my sternum gets too bad, I might go in for more radiation.
This cancer stuff is more fun than a kick in the head! (But not really.)
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Well, that sucks. While following along, I feel useless. How about sometime between treatments if you are up to it, bringing Kyle up to see his nation's capitol? Happy to play tour guide and bed and breakfast.... Even have frequent flyer miles available for your use.
Darn. If you are feeling up to it, we would love to have you guys out to the farm to see horses, donkey and goats. Kyle can go for a ride if he wants. Ben C.
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