Jan. 19th, 2004

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Tomorrow morning will see me getting up at the crack of freaking dawn, to take my mother to chemotherapy. See, she's been on this investigational trial that the oncology center asked if she'd like to do. It's specifically for Stage IV colon cancer patients (stage IV meaning that it moved to other parts of the body).

It's a rather intensive treatment and we believed that she had received the actual medication, rather then the placebo.

However, it's so intensive that she can't take it anymore. It makes her much too sick, sick to the point where she's having difficult eating and when she is able to eat, she's unable to keep it down. So, she told her oncologist that she wants off that treatment.

This is where things get a bit fuzzy for me, mind you. She was receiving those experimental pills and IV chemo. The chemo was three times a week and the pills were taken every day that she wasn't getting chemo (I think I've got that right, it's confusing). The doctor told her to stop taking the pills today (to finish out the week).

I would think that since she's stopping that part of the treatment, they would have to take her in for a consultation about other treatments. But, she keeps telling me that she's still to get the IV chemo.

I don't know. All I know is that I have to take her to the oncologist's tomorrow morning for a 9:45 am appointment. And that since we're assuming she's to get her regular IV treatment, I also need to bring along something to occupy myself for about three or four hours. I'm thinking of bringing my knitting, but that gets a little tedious after a while and I don't think I can handle four hours of sitting at the doctor's, fighting with bearded thread. And I'm out of books to read.

Ho hum.
thejunipertree: (not drunk)
Miss Robin is a something that rhymes with 'spigot'.
I am quite sleep deprived.
Diet Coke with lime tastes like Jack and Coke.
And people all over the world need to join hands and form a love train.
A love train.
thejunipertree: (you weird fucker-part pope!)
The Engineer: OH MY GOD! He could fit a cat in there!

Miss Robin: A cat? Where the hell did you pull that one from?

me: HIS ASS!

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