That’s what I am right now…cautiously optimistic or maybe optimistically cautious.
Friday’s oncologist visit and chemotherapy treatment went well. It’s always a treat when there are no surprises. Blood work continues to show cancer marker numbers within normal range, which I guess is good since I haven’t been diagnosed with breast or colon or ovarian cancer. The platelet count was the lowest it has ever been, but I still was able to have treatment. I’ve had Avastin infused through my port every three weeks for almost a year, which was the original treatment plan, and also I have taken an anti-estrogen pill since the original diagnosis in February 2012.
The optimism comes from the news that the Avastin treatment may be stopped by mid-summer. I was told that, of the two, the pill is probably the one that has the greater long-term effect on controlling the cancer. The caution comes from a bit of uncertainty about what will happen if I do come off the infusion, but obviously there is no way to know for certain until I stop.
Cautiously optimistic or optimistically cautious—either way, I’m hopeful and grateful. I feel inside like myself for the first time in a long time, and I wake every morning thankful to greet another day and see what God has for me next.