Bandage

Saturday, December 4, 2021. On Tuesday I had a baseline CT scan of my chest in preparation for whatever cancer treatment I might be getting. Later that morning we met with Dr. Rugo expecting to learn the results of the genomic testing of my cancer tissue from the core biopsy in late October. I had been told a week or so earlier that it was possible I might even have my first treatment that afternoon. There had been quite a bit of anxiety and anticipation leading up to this day. It was a huge let down to to be told the test results were still not in. Rugo was clearly frustrated by the delay. We all were.

In an effort to do something to combat the cancer while we wait, Rugo recommended I go back on Xeloda (Capecitabine) the oral chemotherapy I took in 2020. To me it seems like a bandage, since in spite of taking Xeloda for 11 months the cancer came back. That being said, this morning I took three tablets and tonight I will take two more. This time the daily dose is higher (1500 mg vs. 1300 mg) and instead of one week on, one week off; she has me taking it two weeks on, one week off.

And so we continue to wait. Waiting sucks.

You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it.  —Margaret Thatcher