Oct 24 the vedict

The cancer has grown larger

Despite being pumped with poison for the last 3 months, the cancer kept on growing. Like it's wearing a chemo proof poncho and the poison just diverts around it. I always hated ponchos. Stupid ugly things. I hate nasty cancers even more. I guess there is a hierarchy of hate.

Actually, I think I'm going to name it Batfink - "my wings are like a shield of steel" (if you dont get the reference, feel free to look it up) The liver metastases are unchanged, I'm calling them The Twins, after that movie with Danny DeVito. So, Batfink and The Twins. Bring it on.

My cousin came with me to the oncologist. He didnt know it was just to pick up the pieces if I lost my shit completely. Luckily for all concerned I didnt. I gotta say, I really do have the best relatives. Thanks guys.

So the plan is to try shrink Batfink with a course of radiotherapy before he gets to the nerve plexus (and then I will know pain like never before) so I'm on board for that plan. Then with time, if needed, we can try biopsy again for tissue genetics. Ok, I can live with that. And, Batfink, wings of steel aren't lead...

Next week I have an appointment with the radiation oncologist. I understand radiotherapy is likely to be a daily dose commitment for 6 weeks. So it seems my journey is to experience all modalities of cancer treatment. That does appeal to the scientist in me. But oh man, staring at more insides of barrels every single day. Might be a bit much for my sanity. I wonder if I cram a little tub of paint into my jeans pocket, and do a little finger painting of the inside of the barrel, do you think they might notice?

Home. Hoping I can hang around here a bit longer.