Our meeting with Dr. W today was fine. Not encouraging, but fine. I don't know why I expected better news, but I think it's hard not to hope that the bad news you hear is somehow wrong; that they've somehow made a mistake. Basically, the cancer is still the same as prior to chemo. Possibly a little larger, but he said it was hard to tell. He was glad that it had not returned to my bowel or colon (because that was a large part of my initial surgery), and my chest and lungs are still clear (apparently, this is the next place the cancer would go). It does not change my stage of cancer (still 3c), and remission is still a possibility, but he said that it would be very tough to get there. There are several more drugs that we can try, which is good, but unfortunately they each have a success rate of only 25%. It's a little too early to be considering clinical trials because hospitals who hold the trials like for the patients to have tried the more main-stream drugs firs...
And do you notice she's rubbing the rag on her mouth? She has a red/green towel that came home with her from Korea that has been a serious security blanket for her. It was with her constantly for the first 2 years, and she rubs it across her lips as well on the inside of her wrist. About 6 months ago we started slowly weaning her from the towel and now she only has it in her bed for sleep. But ever so often, I'll catch her rubbing something else across her lips, and last night it was the dirty rag. Ick!
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I just have to say, Rory has the cutest little profile ever! Her nose is just adorable.