Since my last post I’ve had a scan and seen the oncologist for the results. As per bloody usual the main breast tumor is unchanged but unfortunately there is a ‘possible slight increase’ in the lung crap. The possible increase is so slight that the plan is to wait until January then have another scan and, if the lungs are definitely getting worse, try another chemo. The oncologist doesn’t think surgery would be a good idea at the moment as it would mean me stopping taking tamoxifen for a while and also may interfere with my three-weekly dose of herceptin, so unless the surgeon throws her rattle out of the pram (the onc and surgeon are discussing me next week) it looks like no surgery for the time being. Things could be a lot, lot worse so I don’t know why I’m so grumpy about it, but I am. So there. With brass knobs on.
I also got grumpy with my knitting. What on earth possessed me to think I wanted to knit a grey tank top? It’s too difficult, it’s too time-consuming and it’s too grey. So I’ve stopped and have started knitting a pink and brown hat instead.