HERE WE GO AGAIN


It's like deja vu all over again  to quote Yogi Berra.  Two new tumors show up on the P.E.T. scan.  Decide to see an oncologist.  He orders a C.A.T. guided needle biopsy.  Results show one benign and the other one inconclusive.  Sends me back to the surgeon for a possible wedge.  Didn't I go down this road nearly a year ago and then with the other lung four years ago?

It's taken me nearly a year to consent to even consider chemotherapy.  I was told that perhaps if the genetic testing was done it may tell them I could have targteted chemo - just a pill instead of infusion.  Well, that's out.  Now I'm told they can do nothing until they can get a large enough sample of the tumors so they know for sure what it is.
How many wedges or re-sections can they do before there's nothing left.  And how much more before I can't breathe?  And how many more surgeries before I lose the hearing in my one good ear?

Let me tell you, if you're tired reading about all this, imagine how I feeling having to go through it all again.  Part of me thinks, just forget about going to any more doctors, having any more X-rays, CAT scans, PET scans, etc. etc.  And most certainly forget about having any more surgery.  And then there's the other part that says, but if it could save your life or at least hold the cancer at bay for awhile, isn't it worth it?
Is it?

So for now, I have an appointment for a consultation with the surgeon who did the last lung resection to see if he can go in and take out the tissue needed to get enough for a conclusive
diagnosis and if it is cancer (which in my humble opinion, it probably is) begin chemo.  After I see him and hear his opinion I will make my decision. Again. To be or not to be.  Yep, that's still the question.