Real sick of cancer. Real sick of being sick. Real sick of hearing about sickness.
There. I got that off my chest. Now let's talk about the REAL stuff. We all know that I've been the luckiest lung cancer patient around. I've had more kinds of treatment than any of Dr. Eaton's other patients. We've used every possible chemotherapy drug available at SCCA to keep my cancer from growing. With that being said today's scan showed the cancer is progressing (now more in my right lung...in the past my left lung has been the worst). So, we are going to give Tarceva another month to make a difference and if it doesn't work then I will go off it and my medical treatment will be over. Today was the first time Dr. Eaton mentioned Hospice and we all gasped at the word. Sounds life ending doesn't it? Or, if you look at it from my perspective, perhaps life will just begin again for me. I won't have to worry about scans and results. I will just get to live my life with my friends and family doing all the things I love to do. When my time is up (and none of us knows when that might be) I will have said and done all the things that are important.
I took the kids out for lunch today after my appointment (though no one was very hungry) and we talked about having a Schmitt Family Summer Open House one day soon so I can visit with any and all of you who make a difference in our lives. Keep watching for more details.
Don't be sad about this news. Be thankful. Thankful that I've outlived my prognosis. And...remember, I don't listen to statistics anyway. It's math and I don't do math.
Love you more,
Dreaming Big Dor