I had to get up early this morning and head to the hospital for a heart test. It was an ultrasound of the heart where the tech takes pics. It’s necessary prior to starting Enhertu. Just heard all looks good, so it’s a go to start treatment tomorrow morning. I’m nervouscited. Mostly nervous right now.
I’m not feeling great today. Mostly really tired. I see a nap in my future.
I have friends coming over for dinner later. Then my bestie is coming to stay the night so she can drive me to chemo tomorrow. I want to clean up around the house, but I don’t know if I have it in me.
The best thing? Bismarck has a bow tie and looks quite dapper.
Freya and I got a little crazy at TJ Maxx yesterday. 😂
I just posted the link to this blog on a Facebook post giving a cancer update. I hid this blog’s existence for a long fucking time, but I’m over that now. Let them see, let them see. Not that there is anything particularly juicy to read nowadays. LOL. Just a bunch of cancery bullshit. You’ve gotta dig for the good stuff.
In all seriousness, the hope is, as always, to promote MBC awareness, and, more importantly, to leave behind a scrapbook of my life for those who care to remember it.
The cancer has taken up residence in the linings of most of my organs. It’s in the lining of the heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, and all throughout the GI tract. Abraxane has failed, and so now we are on to a new treatment: Enhertu. Enhertu is kinda famous right now. It has been in the news a lot due to a really favorable trial in which Enhertu increased survival rates, and also showed regression of cancer in like 50% of the participants. It was also shown to help those with her-2 low breast cancer, which I have, and was just approved by the FDA on Friday as a treatment option. So I’m starting that on Thursday. The side effects sound kind of rough. I’m going to get heavy pre-meds, including steroids, which UGH, but if it helps with nausea then I’ll make it work.
I had to cancel our trip to Cancun at the end of the month to make the treatment schedule work. (Every three weeks).
That’s all for now. I’m tired and cranky. This is total bullshit.
I never know what day of the week it is anymore. I have no schedule. It will be easier to remember when the kids go back to school.
D and I went out for a bit of lunch and shopping.
We decided on a day date instead of a date night. We’re old and tired. Plus, he still has that covid fatigue.
I bought a few cutesy things while we were on Main Street down in the Saint Charles historic district. I may go to the big Saint Charles Co Library book fair this weekend too, if I can find the energy. I’m in a shopping mood.
D looks sad in the pic because he is sad. We’re both on the struggle bus right now. Living this reality is extremely fucking difficult. We feel robbed. We’re on borrowed time, and even though we know we need to make the most of it, it’s easy to get sucked into depression.
Still, we’re both grateful for this quiet weekend alone. I forgot that he’s traveling again next week, so I need to get in some quality time.