While bracing for the worst storm in decades Mom received the call she’d been waiting for from Dr.Savage this afternoon. The results of the MRI taken earlier in the week were in.
There appears to be no spread of the cancer to other organs and the tumor itself is not really showing up very clearly. “Irregular borders”, hardly visible on the scan.
The tumor which had been discovered in January had been measured at 3.3cm at that time, then not seen at all on the last MRI taken in July after 9 rounds of chemotherapy with the drug Gemcidabine. Now there’s an area on her pancreas that shows inflammation and a faint, ill-defined mass measuring 2.2cm.
The chemotherapy definitely worked, and she’s had the summer to enjoy her friends and family despite the ugly diagnosis of pancreatic cancer.
Dr. Savage is giving her pain meds for midsection and back pain that have increased since late August. They are narcotics which are supplemented by the occasional slug of twig tea or similar.
Mom’s blood sugar still bounces around, she’s always tired, takes steroids to keep the swelling and redness in her legs at bay, has two aortic aneurysm and there are other cancer effects that make it really tough for her to get out of the house some days, but it’s still better than hospice – which truly was our fear before the call.
So…it’s all relative.
At the end of October we’ll go visit a granddaughter in her first year of college. Mom’s hair has started really growing back in and it’s curly (something it wasn’t before…) and she’s lost 17 pounds since her diagnosis. Time to go shopping.
And we’ll hang out, laugh, cuddle and try to not think : “…this could be the last time we do this together.”
Then we’ll come home and Mom see Dr. Savage on November 3rd to discuss a second cycle of chemotherapy.
Just in time for the holidays.