Phase II: Round 11 (Taxol Done-Herceptin only) “I’ll take the Zero, Miss”
Today was indeed a test. In school, I used to like tests…I was pretty good at them and it was often like a game for me. 97 average in high school, Magna Cum Something, in PT school. Most who know me also know that I DO enjoy a challenge and often set myself up that way. Today, however, I think maybe it’s enough that I made it to class, and stayed to listen to what had to be said.
Monday afternoon I found out over the phone that my last Taxol treatment was likely done last week. Number 10 of the original 12 planned. The doctor decided to discontinue based on the neurotoxicity that I was experiencing. Stopping made me happy and scared. I was determined to make the point that it was their decision. I don’t want my own blood on my hands.
I was instructed to schedule an MRI as soon as able, and then go ahead and come in to my Tuesday doctor’s appointment to hear the plan for further treatment. This plan was to be based on meetings between the Oncologist, the Radiation oncologist, the Breast Cancer Specialist, and the General surgeon. (They left my buddy plastic surgeon, who is, I believe, on “my side”, out of the loop, which I thought was rude.)