Remember the big hoopla back in 1986 when Patrick Duffy had left Dallas and then he wanted to come back but since they had killed him off they couldn’t really just bring him back..or could they….. Yup – they did, they just dropped him naked in a shower and then his wife Pam said, Oh Bobby..you wouldn’t believe the crazy dream I just had, and they wiped out the whole previous season and just started again from where they left off the season before.
Well, todays oncology appointment was kind of like that. We’re just going to do a reset and pretend the last six months didn’t happen and start over with where we were in September. The chemo has stopped working and all of my tumors (still the same old ones, no new ones) are back to the size they were before we started chemo. Almost exactly.
So, we’ll try some new approaches now. Next week I will go get another biopsy with some additional testing done. My doctor wants to confirm that it is in fact HPV negative because if it is HPV positive I have a lot more options. He will also have a sample sent to Foundation One. If there are any specific mutations in it that can be pinpointed then we may also be able to pinpoint the specific medicine that will work best. One we have all of the information we will also start looking again for Clinical Trials. While they are in there doing the biopsy they will also do an ablation of the largest tumor. Mights as well get it out of there at this point. As long as the small tumors are still in there we have something to use as markers to see what treatments are working, or not. If no alternate treatments are indicated, and no applicable clinical trials found I will go back to chemo but with a different med. It will be Cisplatin, which is the standard cervical cancer chemo drug, weekly.
I got home and felt like a big blob. I sat on the couch and drank a cup of coffee while reading a book and eating a cookie. I was wrapped up in my electric blanket getting warm and toasty.
I decided I better go walk on the treadmill for a few minutes to loosen up my muscles, warm me up, and avoid any feelings of embarrassment when I saw my fitbit stats later. I just added Donna to my friends list and didn’t want her to see me on the first day with 2000 steps.
I got on the treadmill feeling defeated. I walked for a mile and a half at a very slow speed with a decent incline. At minute 35 or so I started thinking of getting stronger again and feeling better. At minute 45 I felt energized and invigorated and ready to take on the world.
Do not underestimate the power of movement. Just sitting on the couch feeling sorry for yourself doesn’t help you.