Plum out of that good stuff.
At the moment, my biopsy is three weeks away. Not so far really and yet also not close enough. Nebulosity. The in between. And for someone who is information driven (that would be me), not a lot of purchase.
I have the best oncologist in the world. There is no doubt she will come up with something but there is also no denying my options are limited. That pesky G1202R mutation that I acquired while on ceritinib has me backed into a corner. Fortunately lorlatinib overcame that particular resistance mechanism.
It was heady stuff; feeling good, and I had a mighty good run. But I also got a little carried away as I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, I was cured.
Yep. That was fun while it lasted. But now I’m ready to rumble, so to speak.
In the meantime, I am grateful for my formidable group of friends. After my last blog about the over the top copay for Advair, I received lots of offers for assistance. Linda S. got right on it and overnighted me an inhaler. Mucho mucho gracias darling–I am breathing easier because of it. And thank you to the rest of you as well.
But back to that missing mojo. It has been my experience that the best way to refresh that particular feeling is a giant group hug.
So lean in y’all. And squeeze extra tight.
xo
life and breath: outliving lung cancer 