Today I had my normal oncologist appointment.
I have been tired the past two weeks. I did not “bounce back” like I have in the past once my chemo pump was removed. The theme of this round has been naps and moving at a slower pace.
On a positive note I did get to the gym twice. I do not do a lot. My max weight is certainly a lot less than what it once was…but it is good to exercise. At one point I was working with my trainer and she said, “ok, let’s go to the leg machine”…she was off, heading to the machine and I shuffled behind. As she got further ahead, leaving me in the distance I started to laugh out loud. I am sure it seemed odd to all those who were working hard on their exercise bikes but it was funny to me that I could not even keep up with my trainer as we walked across the room.
As I met with my oncologist we talked numbers again. At the start of this journey my CARCINOEMBRYONIC ANTIGEN (CEA) blood work results were at 124. In June the number had dropped to 37.4. My most recent test numbers came in at 3.9! “The CEA test measures the amount of this protein that may appear in the blood of some people who have certain kinds of cancers, especially cancer of the large intestine (colon and rectal cancer).” What does this mean? Well my oncologist put it this way, “this is the best result we could have hoped for.” Then he smiled.
It does not mean this journey is over. There is a long road ahead. I will complete the twelve rounds of full chemo treatments and then we will decide what to do. Most likely I will be on some form of “maintenance” chemo where we work to keep the cancer at bay.
It is an odd place to be. I am excited about these numbers. My body has responded to the many prayers and treatments in the best way that it could. My doctor is encouraged. I am encouraged and it looks like I will have the opportunity to be with those I love and do things that are important to me for a while longer. Yet within the moments of excitement there is the reality that there is currently no cure for this illness that afflicts me. My oncologist is excited because I could not be responding any better to the treatments I am receiving. His words about the future are more optimistic than they were when we first met in the hospital on May 3rd. I need to get through these next six treatments and then look to what “maintenance” chemo will look like.
Thank you all for your prayers, thoughts, words of encouragement and support.
God is Good All the Time…All the Time God is Good