My in-laws are in Buffalo for a quick visit from Wisconsin, so writing has taken a backseat. I have exactly 10 minutes of free time. Which I could use to clean out the kitty litter. Or vacuum the crumbs from our nutritious breakfast of saltines that Ingrid and I scarfed down on the couch while watching cartoons this morning. (Obviously, I am a pro at this whole motherhood thing.)
The litter box can wait. So can the crumbs, according to the parade of ants that just marched by.
Paul's scan results showed that things are mostly stable. There is some tumor growth, but it's minimal. Of course, we'd like zero tumor growth. We'd like tumor shrinkage. But I'll take mostly stable, I suppose.
His kidneys are functioning normally again. His hemoglobin went up to 8.7. These are all good things.
Symptoms are reappearing, though (cramping, gagging, vomiting, coughing). At this point, it's hard to say if these are caused by the cancer itself or if they're residual effects from the harsh chemos he had last winter. Either way, they're miserable. Paul would like to perform a simple task such as brushing his teeth without triggering his gag reflex. Wouldn't that be something?
So, we're beginning to look at new clinical trials.
Well, time's up!
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