This past Friday was hopefully my last dose of chemo. It was the 6th total dose and the end of my 3rd cycle. So now I’ll get a PET scan next Friday and, assuming the results say I show no cancer, I’ll stop chemo and move on to radiaiton for 4-8 weeks starting mid November. If the PET shows I do still have cancer, which, by all accounts is extremely unlikely, it’s back to the chemo drawing board. Got to get ‘er done before sealing the deal with rads.

 

Each time at chemo definitely gets harder. I have a ton of anticipatory nausea these days (that is, a Pavlovian response just to going into the place or thinking about the therapy that makes me want to throw up). It was great having Heather with me there yesterday to take my mind off of things. Would have been much harder alone. This morning, so far, though, so good. I have head and stomach aches, but much of that just means I haven’t had anything to eat or drink yet today.

 

As for weekend plans, I intende to watch all of season 1 of Lost.