I’ve always hated liver.
Mum used to try to get us to eat it because
it was ‘so good for us’ by cooking it with onion and smothering it in gravy but
it was still horrible.
My liver MRI from a few weeks ago was
finally compared to the one I had three months ago and there appears to be more small spots in my liver. It’s apparently
hard to really tell. The good news is they’re not breast cancer spots because
they haven’t responded to chemotherapy, the bad news is they could be another
metastasized cancer from somewhere else. Synchronized swimming is one thing but
synchronized cancers, unbelievable!
My oncologist is now ordering a raft of
further tests to investigate. With a family history of a few different cancers,
she’s ordering a colonoscopy, endoscopy and a liver biopsy. There will probably
happen after my breast surgery but I’m feeling overwhelmed.
The positive news of the day was that my breast cancer has continued to respond to treatment, including my lymph nodes which are no longer enlarged.
(Sigh)
As of today I am meant to have 2, ‘Taxol’
chemos to go; I’ve had ten. My feet are balloons and there is some talk I may
have had my last chemo today. Taxol is accumulative so symptoms and side
effects can get progressively worse. My body will be the judge next Monday and
the decision will be made whether to stop. Nine Taxols are minimum and more
than that is bonus. My nurse today told me they rarely get to twelve and that
made me feel better.
So with this big news today I have come
home, had a cry and got on the phone to Deb, the breast care nurse who works
with my surgeon. She’s amazing! (Thank God for the (oooh ahh) Glen McGraith
Foundation.) She’s going to see if I can see my surgeon sooner as I wasn’t
booked until after my 12th week of chemo.
Surgery will happen within four weeks of
chemo finishing. I’m having a mastectomy. I want a double but they are
reluctant to take healthy tissue. We will see… watch this space.
Love to you
X
Kristina
