For her birthday she wanted to go shopping for some new clothes. Shopping is not something I enjoy. Yet that is precisely the purpose of a gift. We left in the morning and made several stops. Oh to be 14 again. You could not pay me enough to do it again. I remember 14. It hit me with a vengeance one morning. I was 14 when my brother was diagnosed with a brain tumor. That year is clouded with a comfortable blurriness. Girls are mean. I never felt like I could fit in without sacrificing myself and I refused to do that. I would take long walks and spend hours and the phone with the few good friends I had. I always preferred one good buddy to being in the crowd. When you see cancer sucking the life from someone you love- the loneliest place in the world can be a room full of people.
We found Kiera clothes and I truly enjoyed spending this day together, just the two of us. A quiet lunch. She even helped me grab things for Easter then rushing home to quickly sing happy birthday and send her on her way to work lights for PACK's production of West Side Story.
The day after Easter, it was back to chemo. The chemo bay has been very busy. I sense the underlying politics of the system and it's hard. The nurses are wonderful, and very good- but very busy and expected to do too much with a small amount of space. We waited for hours for an available chair. It gets frustrating. I understand what's going on and sometimes you just have to wait your turn. Every time I offer a comfy chair to someone who might need it more and every time they tell me to stay put. One of the nurses finally explained to me that they try to balance It's also frustrating to know how it works- I know that once I get my blood drawn it will be another 2 hours before the results are in and we can start my infusion. We met with my oncologist- who is keeping pretty close tabs on me. I appreciate it, but I don't like it. We went over my brain MRI results. I never got a call- which in our world- no news is good news. We hedged the bet slightly by having a friend look up the report. Overall it's good- we hoped for stable and we got "improved". The big tumor shrank about half a centimeter. So now we do another PET scan(Probably in May) to see what the rest of the unruly spots are doing. I think my onc suspects Kadcyla is not going to work for long as he already threw the name of another chemo into the ring for me to research. It's called Ibrance and the trials had such good results they are fast tracking it. He also sent tumor bits out again- this is the 3rd time(hoping the 3rd time's the charm) for genetic testing. This is is real life personalized medicine in action. It would have been nice to be able to do this 2 years ago and know if and what chemos/etc would have the best chance at working for me. BUT that is not how insurance or the system is set up. So we have to travel down the road and exhaust a few possibilities before we get to try to streamline the process.
Chemo week was also the week of the Variety Show at PACK. That will get an entire post on it's own....It was fun and emotional and really reminded me how 1 person can make a difference- one pebble- lots of ripples kinda thing.