In the meantime, the Professor confessed that he is running out of affordable options to try to control my cancer. 'It's slow growing', he said, but my mind went wild. What if he can't find a pill I can afford? What if the slow growing becomes fast growing? What does it mean to have such a bloated belly? Will I ever get a waist again? Will I ever get to see my son and family in the US? Weep, weep, weep.
When I came back down to earth, the Prof explained that the vomiting is caused by a full gut. Despite the fact that I had been regular as clockwork, either because of the medication, or the cancer in the Omentum, the gut did not void properly. and when I put anything in my mouth, there was nowhere for it to go, but back up. The lucky thing was that there was no blockage. Well, that sure is a blessing, because I know two women of a certain age, who have had blocked bowels this year and had to have life saving surgery. I really don't want to go under the knife again. So, what can I do about it? Take laxatives and wake up at night when they take effect. There goes a good night's sleep.
So, good bye Exemestane and Everolimus. I am now taking Megace. We shall see.
In the meantime, my much anticipated visit to the US on 22 November has been cancelled. I have to be stabilised before I can take such a long trip. I have to admit that it's a relief. I simply don't feel up to it. Physically, that is. Mentally, and emotionally I am crushed. Nobody makes tea like my son when I am sick. Nobody gives hugs like my family. I miss them all.
