So, a couple of weeks ago I had a CT scan that showed my throat was clear but there was a nodule in my lung. Fast forward to this week. Had a PET scan on Monday. The radiologist would only say that my throat was clear but that there were multiple nodules in both lungs. But, no count of how many, no indication of how big. So, all I could do was go home with that meager information and wait for today’s follow up appointment with my medical oncologist. Oh, and Google, of course.
Well, all Googling did was raise not my spirits but rather my blood pressure. Everything I managed to hit on looked dire. I finally swore off of Googling (mostly). Was doing me no good. And, in fact, at my appointment, today, I found out that the news is not dire. Metastasis, but very early and nodules are very small…the largest are smaller than a pea. We discussed treatment options including looking at available trials. For the one trial that I might have matched up to I needed bigger tumors. I am completely OK that I don’t qualify.
Instead, next week (insurance permitting), I’ll start on a three-drug combo. One of the drugs will require me to have a port (medical, not USB–but wouldn’t that be cool) put into my chest so that it can be delivered over a 4-day period every 3 weeks The other drugs will go in in a weekly infusion.
Possible side effects are fatigue and rash. I can already say that I can think of at least one activity that tires me out and puts me at risk of getting a rash that I’d rather be doing…but I don’t get to pick, so will just have to go with chemotherapy.
No restriction on what I can do, other than whatever fatigue might limit me to.
So, one day next week I’ll go in and have the port put in (a 4-hour process under mild sedation), and will hopefully start treatment on Friday.
Knowing that this is not dire (serious, certainly, but no reason to start planning my going away party) has me breathing much easier.