Toxicity Dose

My daughter Emily and I appeared on time to my last chemotherapy treatment, only to discover that I was not officially scheduled! Because of my visit to the hospital, my treatment was "contingent" and I had to prove with the usual blood work and exam that I was worthy today.Fortunately, nurse Charlotte expected me anyway. I passed and was allowed to have a "toxicity dose" which reduced two of my chemo drugs by 10 mg each. I've been having maximum doses of everything until now, and two extra visits anyway, so no one seemed at all worried about this study required reduction. In spite of three preparatory drugs, I was a little nauseous. But I met a great person, Emilee Ellis, who is ridiculously ill with cancer, but still positive, knowledgeable and compassionate. We talked with her most of the day. Her story made me feel so grateful for "last" anything, since she will have no lasts but death. She had recently fired her chemo doctor and chosen mine. This was a great boost to my confidence in my doctor, who I already knew was fantastic. I now have three weeks off, then an appointment to schedule all of the repeat testing for new pathology to be reviewed. I'll receive recommendations, then have some kind of surgery. It's strange to think that all that can be done right now has been done. I hope it was enough to stop this cancer in its tracks, realizing that there will be a radiation chaser and more Avastin therapy to come. I'm so hopeful that my story won't be like Emilee Ellis'--that there will be an end to the nightmare for me. Now, I just want to reward myself by going to Michigan to visit sweet baby James!