Monday, April 09, 2007
String Happy Kid
FINALLY! --- today Bookworm and I kept our date with mesothelioma destiny .... to wit, we had our first meeting with an oncologist. The two month trek from internist to medical imaging to pulmonologist to thoracic surgeon to x-ray to oncologist has ground to an end. Partial full stop.
I suppose - with mesothelioma - it's good news when you find you still have the capacity to write about it. Bookworm and I were both at low ebb going into the doctor's office. We were expecting the news (info) to be Bad - Bad .... though we weren't quite communicating that harsh outlook to each other.
As it turned out the news was Bad - Hopeful. 'Bad' as in no cure. But we already knew that. 'Hopeful' as in there is a form of chemotherapy used to combat the aggressiveness of mesothelioma. 'Hopeful' in that my otherwise good health should ease me through the chemo (four to six treatments twenty-one days apart). 'Hopeful' in that he didn't feel there was a pressing need to start chemo until we see some further evidence that the cancer is behaving aggressively. AND, this kind of chemo does not make your hair fall out. Out damned vanity!
The Doc ventured that in all likelihood we would be able to put together several quality years for further aging. So maybe my string has not quite yet run out. I am feeling much encouraged this afternoon.
Photo by FossilGuy: Allie shoots Grandpa with 'canned string'. Easter 2007
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