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.
Hey Della, take it out on the grey jumper, rip that fucker to pieces!
ReplyDeleteI say! That's a bit too feisty for me. How about if I unravel it in a slightly aggressive manner?
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