A minor decrease in the size of my tumors. Nothing hugely substantial, but since the drugs I'm on are intended for maintenance, rather than treatment, any shrinkage counts as a good thing.
The problem with my leg is a superficial thrombosomethingsomething -- in short, a blood clot. So I get to join the bazillions of people taking a daily dose of aspirin in the hopes of thinning my blood enough to make it go away.
The doc sees no downside to taking a break from the regimen when I head to Spain with the niece. So I'll be pill free -- aspirin and anti-neuropathy anti-depressant excepted -- from June 5 through July 10. A month off! Yay!
The Xeloda's not supposed to cause all my other side effects, so the doc was confused by that. I've always been a late bloomer.
The way the doc was talking, I seem to be on a good path to at least make the survival median. He seemed to be pretty confident that even if I went off treatment completely it would be quite a few months before things started changing. So it's probably not time to cash in that life insurance just yet.
I think it's possible the SCCA's cafe has the best breakfast in Seattle. $5 gets you spinach, mushrooms, bacon, sausage and green onions scrambled with eggs, covered in cheese, and served with a side of very tasty red potatoes. I wish I'd discovered it months ago.
And now it's time for a nap...
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