kvetching up

Entry 1     9:18 a.m. The Final Countdown Folfiri day.  I built this chart last night, because I understand numbers better visually.  The last data point is from yesterday, but is not labeled as such, some weird artifact of Excel. Folfiri's efficacy is better than gemabraxane.  Her mets, and yes, as a reread of the radiology report confirms, her tumor has also grown by .5 cm.  Also, there are new mets on the liver, two sub-measurable, one .6 mm. This could explain the pain increase, if the tumor grew in such a manner as to push on the celiac nerve plexus, a bundle of nerves adjacent to the pancreas. I hate this day because it brings terrific nausea, anxiety, and suffering for Jenny.  Additionally, we are all anxious worrying for her. This is the final stretch of 48 weeks of chemo, weeks 40-48. Chemo every other week, with a take-home pump.  On the bright side, the bernedoodle comes Saturday afternoon. What happens after this regime is over?  ...

Jenny started the folfiri regimen today, the gemabraxane cisplatin regimen cut short by low neutrophil counts. I accompanied her. Nervous all morning because of pain she has been having in her very lower back down to the bottom of her buttocks, our nerves made worse because today was a scan day. We both were worried that the cancer had spread.   Good news, the pain Jenny has been suffering with was caused by constipation according to Picozzi, not  the cancer.  More good news, the cancer hasn't spread. However, her tumor has grown, as has the met on her liver, although neither by much. [And, they found a new met]. I was writing this in bed at the hovel of an apartment, but now am sitting at Virginia Mason, after Jenny was transported here at 2:15 in the morning for excruciating pain in her lower back and abdomen, so bad she couldn't walk.  She is a woman, mind you, a woman who passed a kidney stone at the ski lodge and went back on the slopes and who has given bi...