I had an MRI (or what the French call an IRM) yesterday. I recently developed two new tumors, which popped out during an MRI in early November. I then had brain surgery on November 11th, and I have been on a mix of steroids, anti-convulsion medications, and a whole cocktail of drugs to combat the drugs that I need to take to reinforce the drugs I currently take and used to take and might take in the future, that is if I have a future with all these drugs and my cancer.
Basically, I have sat at home for the past two months and will be missing my winter trip to France for the first time in twenty years. I have lost a great deal of mobility and can't get around. I have been waiting to see if the surgery worked and where my cancer is taking me.
Over the past six weeks I have started a treatment called Avastin. I am intravenously fed Avastim every two weeks in the hopes this will be a miracle anti-cancer drug. Of course, I have not been optimistic because my body ain't up to snuff. Food tastes bad, wine is difficult and I'm an unhappy guy.
I have been waiting for a new MRI to see if the surgery and the Avastin are anything more than a waste of time and the nation's health budget. Perhaps I am best suited for one the Sarah Palin legendary death squads?
I had the MRI yesterday. I see two oncologists, one for cancer and one for radiation (although I am never sure who does what but they both seem fabulously competent).
Anyhow, both my oncologists at the NYU Cancer Center were astounded by the MRI. They both said that if they didn't know my history they would have taken the MRI results as totally normal, with no traces of tumors or cancer activity. That the results were remarkable!
Today, I was contacted to see if I might be interested in a reality TV show -- The Real Brain Cancer Victims of Sutton Place!
In other words, some good news! I cannot tell you all how thrilled I am!
Of course it has to stay like this. In the next week, while half of America is in France is at the Dive Bouteille, my doctors will be consulting to change my treatment. They might want to just leave me on Avastin over the next few months and progressively lift all the other treatments. Avastin is a tiring drug, but it might be that I am currently being overtreated and subject to unnecessary exhaustion.
So there you go....
Thanks for all your concern.
And remember not to pray for me or wish me a quick recovery.
Denyse will be away for two weeks and I would appreciate any visits, help and encouragement.
Except from you.