Cocktail Hour With a New Twist

Definitely not lemon or lime, but not bad for a first time.
One down, 8 to go !!

Steve was by my side, as we learned the ropes of chemo treatment yesterday. Since I'm part of a clinical trial for this stage of treatment, the cocktail was Avastin only. No side affects other than sleepiness. The nasty stuff starts in 2 weeks.

I've named my tumor Igor. I picture Igor wearing a dark grey, boiled wool suit, with tall black boots, a thick black belt and big black furry hat. He has a big black mustache and dark eyes. At first he was smiling and dancing, arms folded over his huge stomach, legs kicking out, as he turned in a circle. I caught his attention with the biopsys. He's stopped dancing. The Avastin is making it hard for him to breathe. His smile is starting to fade, he's not quite sure what's happening to his perfect little world. He can't hear my shout, "Igor, you're coming DOWN". That is, he can't hear me YET.

I wouldn't be able to face this battle without your love and support. Thank you seems hardly adequate to convey my appreciation for all you have done to lift my spirits as I face the road ahead. You fill my days with hope. I must have done something right along the way, to be so blessed with friends and family like you. At this special time of Thanksgiving, know you mean the world to me.