CT Scan - Monday, July 20 at 7:30AM

Yesterday's chemo was tough - I think it must have known it was the final time because it kicked my butt. I almost fell asleep, which only happened one other time and that was after my Annual Meeting (so it doesn't count - I could sleep standing up on the L after my Annual Meeting).

Oh and our chemo room was the worst room ever. We were in a room with two other people receiving treatment and we were right across the hall from one of the internal waiting rooms. I saw Laura (favorite nurse) in the hallway and I said to her "Seriously, what is up with the room today - are you mad at me - you are killing me." She burst out laughing and said "sorry we are swamped today - I know the room isn't great. Would you prefer to wait for a better room?"
The thought of waiting for a better "chemo" room cracked me up....I thought to myself...really...this is what my life has come to I am considering waiting for the "suite" of the chemo treatment rooms." I didn't wait for a better room - I figured better to get the stuff in me so we could get out of there.

The drive home was a complete blur and then I sat and tried to watch TV, which was silly. The drug finally got out of my head and went to the rest of my body around 7pm and then all was well.

My follow-up CT is all set for Monday, July 20 at 7:30AM. The hospital will call me with the results (most likely Tuesday, July 21) and then Wayne and I (and perhaps Katherine for another set of ears) will go in to discuss the results and what they would recommend as our next course of action.

I informed Northwestern that we were headed to MD Anderson (Monday, August 3) for the second opinion and they said that was a great idea and the perfect time to do so after a scan.

Once I know the results....you will know the results.....remember we are praying for tumor shrinkage and maintenance drugs (oh I did find out one good thing yesterday.....Avastin is only every three weeks not every week).

When we were leaving chemo I looked at Laura and said, "so if I end up on maintenance drugs what kinda room do I get then or am I in the hallway?" She laughed and said "no, with maintenance drugs we bring em to you on the curb outside." Ya gotta love cancer humor. We are a sick bunch (no pun intended).

Have a lovely week folks!
Maria