I shocked myself, but I am going to New York tomorrow for a brivanib nursing visit.
I was supposed to go last week -- two days after the chest tube was out. The idea of doing that was so appalling, so paralyzing, so beyond my mental and physical capabilities, that I didn't consider it. What I did consider, long and hard, was dropping out of the trial. When I think about quitting, when I think about staying home tomorrow and for my as-yet uncertain CT scan, which could happen as early as next week, I feel this pulse of relief and life. So what the hell am I doing? Part of it is my compulsive need to finish things. Part of it is that I had my best scan in terms of measurables the last time around. (Obviously, other stuff didn't work out so well, but I don't blame brivanib for that.)
As you'd expect from the lack of posting, I've been feeling terrible and concentrating on pain management, which has taken a huge toll on my alertness. Things have improved enough that I'm hoping I can get through the next 40 hours -- and even have a little fun doing so.