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Chemo remains difficult, even with magic medicine

Cycle 10, Day 5

Recovery is noticibly harder this time. It's been getting worse over the last few cycles. I don't know if I'm not eating enough, or of the tight foods, but it's Saturday and I'm still in bed (and I forgot to eat today). It's not nausea, thankfully, it's all lower digestive. Those symptoms were rough last time I did chemo, too.

After dinner, during quieter hours, I'll go grocery shopping. I have to eat candies constantly while wearing my mask or I'll risk gagging the whole time. In a day or two that won't be a problem, but for now it's something I have to deal with. It's weird, but there are only two more cycles to go this round, so I'll make it.

Monday is CT scan day. I'll get the report, which I can't really interpret at all, by the end of the week. I'll speak to the oncologist about it on day 14, as we move into the second last cycle.

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Moving to Elliot Lake?

Cycle 9, Day 8

For a few months now, I've been taking lorazepam daily to help treat insomnia (no idea the cause of it, chemotherapy and several of my side effect drugs can cause it, and while I don't consciously experience the stress of my situation, it is extremely stressful). Last night I thought I was tired enough to go without. I was not. And, at this stage of disease and chemo, no sleep means nothing gets done in a very literal way.

And I have a lot to do. I've been thinking about moving to Elliot Lake (where my parents live, and much nearer my brothers and extended family) for months now, and now I have an apartment and move in date. Tentatively I'll be moving May 1st. This round of treatment is done on April 9th, which should work out fine. So long as I only spend 4 or 5 days every cycle in bed.

This isn't the reason I wanted to move back home (for a very regional definition of home), but I'm still happy to be doing it.

A video call with Mt. Sinai

Cycle 9, Day 4

I had an appointment with the surgical oncology team at Mt Sinai this morning and the news is good: they agree that the CT scan results were positive and that we're still on track for the HIPEC surgical option.

I'm on cycle 9, and have three more cycles to go until another CT scan. If the surgical team likes my progress, I'll remain on chemotherapy for as many cycles as it takes to be scheduled for laparoscopic surgery, a major stepping stone on the way to the HIPEC surgery I hope for.

Right now my two biggest fears are that either I fall ill in my immunocompromised state, and miss treatments and get scheduling all screwed up (I've worries about my health more intrinsically, too, but they're not relevant here) and that the ongoing pandemic floods hospitals with patients, and elective surgeries like mine are cancled again. I don't even go through drive through's without an N95 mask on, so at least I'm doing my best to control what little I can.

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James Petrosky: I included some less positive stuff out of a need to tell a complete story, but this is genuinely good news. The surgical team is a lot more experienced at looking at the specific sort of cancer I have. The medical oncology team at the Royal Victoria Regional Health Centre is extremely skilled, but the way Ontario organizes cancer treatment means that the central institutions have the expertise. So it's confirmation of a thing that was itself confirmation of how I'm feeling, but also tremendously exciting and good news.

Just six to eight more weeks until the next update, which is hopefully more of the same.

James Petrosky: To rain down a bit again, nothing is guaranteed. I'm a good candidate for HIPEC, but that doesn't make it a sure thing. And the surgery itself isn't necessarily curative, and in the vast majority of cases gives the recipient extra time.

I'm choosing to focus on that small curative chance, but I never let myself forget that it's all up to the fates. It's the only way to stay emotionally level.

Don't listen to podcasts about death and dying in the hospital

Cycle 7, Day 1

Today was the day I finally saw someone around my age in one of the chemo chairs. He was accompanied by another young man, around the same age. A brother? Friend? Lover? I'll never know. I hope they do well, but I know from experience that doing well is relative. It made me sad, but affected me a lot less than I thought it would.

By chance, I listened to a podcast episode about the science of death and dying while I was at the cancer centre. Friends, don't listen to podcasts about death and dying while in a hospital. It's not great for your anxiety levels, especially when you've got other anxiety inducing stuff going on, and especially especially when you're walking into a housing nightmare when you get home.

Speaking of housing nightmare, I'm spending my chemo recovery period in my partner's spare room. Thomasin is being introduced to her cat, and it's all just a stressful mess. Not at all what you need when you're recovering from, and receiving, chemotherapy.

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