Abraxane is the name of the chemo I’ll be starting next Thursday. (I’m starting chemo on Freya’s 16th birthday – oy vey). The schedule will be 3 weeks on/1 week off. I hope it treats me gently.

I’m getting my port placed next Wednesday morning. I don’t really know what to expect from that, because my last port was placed during my bilateral mastectomy surgery, so I just woke up with it in. I don’t know if they put me under or if I’m awake for the procedure. I was awake when I got a central line placed a few years back and that was very no bueno.

Dr. B called me to go over everything, and she gave me some good news. She retested my cancer’s her-2 status, and it turns out I’m her-2 low, which means that Enhertu (the new wonder drug) will be an option for me once it’s finished with FDA approval. So whenever I fail Abraxane, I have this option. That makes me feel good. People are having really great results with Enhertu.

So maybe there is some hope. Maybe I’ll be able to stick around longer than I thought. All I know is that I need my time here to be quality time. I’m sick and tired of being so sick and tired. I know it won’t be easy, but my current situation is just intolerable. I feel like a prisoner – stuck in this house because I can be sick at any moment. I hope that ends soon.