Christy called today, my chemo nurse. The insurance approved both HER+ drugs to continue. So instead of having just Herceptin I’ll also get Pertuzumab. These are not chemo drugs. They are targeted treatments for the HER+ trait. Each is half hour only. So a short trip to Rush.
Why does it matter? It means a whole year of diarrhea for me. Thanks. I was so happy about being done with all this nonsense. A little too soon.
I relayed my disappointment to Christy. It’s draining. She agreed. She called me back about 20 minutes later when she learned that the percentage of likelihood for that side effect with this new two drug combination drops by half. So, that’s better. But still. It’s really old.
My first 2 drug infusion is May 25th. Day before surgery. Side effects probably won’t be pertinent this time, since I’ll be on so many pain killers and narcotics, the combo won’t be true. We did agree to revisit the two drug combo with the oncologist later in the cycle, after my body evens out and I’ve had a chance to live through it a couple times.
The emotional toll of this all is starting to catch up to me. I went to see my sister this weekend. I needed to go by myself. I cried a lot. A lot on the way up. A little while I was there. A lot on the way home. Seem to have started a faucet. I’m nervous, I think. Mourning my losses. Tired of being tired. A little scared of not knowing how this is all going to be when it’s done. And feel. And look.
Not angry. Not exactly sad. Super emotional.
The process is long. And its always changing. And the parts I want to change don’t change in my favor. Stuff keeps getting added.
I’m only really just getting started and it’s getting old.