Well, the fun just never ends. I was evaluated yesterday by a radiation oncologist here in the Springs for the possibility of having a “cyberknife” radiation of the abdominal tumor. His feeling is that there are probably smaller ovarian cells (too small to see with a CT scan) but that radiating the existing tumor into oblivion could prolong chemo for some time (yippee!!). He doesn’t know for sure, but if it’s even a possibility, I’m willing to try it. I’ll find out tomorrow night for sure if he thinks it’s feasible. It’s supposed to have very minimal side effects (slight fatigue and possibly slight nausea). I’m still planning on not doing any treatment until the middle of November, yes, just in time for the holidays again. You can google it at “Rocky Mountain Cyberknife.”
Paul had his purple mountain majesty cast removed yesterday. The doc said it is “healing”, but not “healed.” Now he has a knee high boot that he is able to remove for a shower. This afternoon we found out that his MRI done yesterday revealed significant left shoulder rotator cuff tearing. He’ll see an orthopedist for that within the next couple of weeks, but probably not surgery until, you guessed it, around Thanksgiving.
“Getting old isn’t for sissies, but it’s better than the alternative.”
Love you all,
Nyshie (aka Big Giant, aka Grandma Nysh)
P.S. Wanted: strong, young, good-looking houseboy/girl to assist rapidly deteriorating older couple from the middle of November until after New Year’s. Free room and board. Spectacular mountain living with lovable cat included.
