Never too late ???

Over the last couple of years my brother Don has been a huge help for Laura and me (and Kath and Dave) while I've been going through this latest adventure in cancer-land.

He was there at the hospital when I had the surgery, drove my dad in to see me, brought coffee in the morning while I was unable to move, and helped Laura make sure that somebody was always either there or nearby all the time. And he didn't seem to mind sleeping on the couch.

He was with me at my last chemo session in December 2023, and at my final (?) immunotherapy session last week.

This was not the first rodeo.

In 2006, Don also showed up to help us when I had bypass surgery and we had a move scheduled for the exact same time. He was living in Fernie at the time, so no small trip to come see us.

I can't count the big (and small) kindnesses over the last fifteen years.

So thanks again Don. I doubt I could be as good a brother to you as you have been to me.

 

Twelve down, none to go?

 

I was always convinced that I would have Nivolumab treatments for a year. Every four weeks for thirteen rounds.

Yesterday was treatment number twelve.

Normally when I go it I drop off an "appointment card" where they fill in what's next (next labwork, next therapy, next meeting with the doctor). This time they returned the card with only two items: (1) CT scan scheduled for April 3 and (2) meeting with Dr. Noonan on April 14.

This was unusual, so I called back to see if they missed something. They didn't. The only thing on their books are these two things. So maybe that was my last session? I guess I'll find out on April 14th, where I'll also get the results of the CT scan on April 3.

The scan will tell us whether they can see any cancer spread. I feel good, and have no obvious symptoms of spread, so fingers crossed.