Last Friday, Zsolt and I met with the lead oncologist. We arrived with a list of questions, but before I could even mouth the word “Christmas” we had to first cover the basics.
Doctor: How are you feeling?
Doctor: Any mouth sores?
Me: No .
Doctor: How are your fingers and toes?
Doctor: And your energy?
Me: Still tired.
Doctor: How’s your mood?
Doctor: And your bowels?
Doctor: What about nausea?
. . . . .
Doctor: Okay, let’s talk about Christmas.
FINALLY! So that ended the basics. Basically, I’m coping with chemo and plugging along. I get tired, I get sore, I get better, I go to work and proceed as normally as possible.
The conversation then shifted to how many doses of paxlitaxol are ‘enough’. Honestly, he gave the same vague answer that all the doctors have given – in that, studies are based on twelve doses, reducing that dose might/could/possibly make a marginal difference in my chances, but he can’t say for certain. It was his opinion, however, that I finish the entire course.
Blah. Okay, fine.
It was also his opinion that finishing chemo in Canada is entirely possible. He would send an email to the hospital in Ottawa, and we’ll see what they say. Nice!
I realize that travelling during chemotherapy will be exhausting. I am aware. But I want to go home, and this is a compromise. So, if everything works out on the Canadian side of things, I will be able to see my family over the holidays. That means a lot to me. Zsolt will drive me to the airport, an airline rep will take me through the airport, and then (with thanks a whole lotta air miles) I’ll fly first class home – where I’ll be helped off the plane and delivered to my family. It will be exhausting, but at least I’ll be supported. Plus Air Canada has those pods up in first class, so I’ll be able to lay back and sleep.
Next week we should hear more – hopefully by then the ball will be rolling.
It’s good news that satisfies everyone. Zsolt is happy, I am happy, and hopefully the journey isn’t too difficult.
Thumbs up for a good meeting! Yay!