This morning I start genetic counseling to see how scary this is to my littermates and other relations. I hope to get a call this afternoon after the Tumor Board meets with an idea which of the many complicated treatment routes my team thinks will give me the best path through these dark times. Chemo starts tomorrow morning.
The past few weeks have been the fastest slowest days I can remember. Puts the time dilation of early COVID times to shame. I am looking forward to taking actual steps to evict the rotten parts of me, even though it’s going to suck and later I will be cursing myself for wanting to get going on poison and cutting and poking and spraying of acids and chemicals.
Tomorrow is tomorrow.
Happy Monday
EDIT: Morning conference concurs that I start chemo, they will modify the therapy when I change hospitals. More scans in 3 months to assess timing of surgery. Basically what I refer to in my head as “sick around and wait” though that’s not really a fair way to put it. Awaaaaaay we go.