Who doesn't like good news?

I don't really believe in luck, but if I did I'd swear this

girl was dodging my every move yesterday.  (image source)

Great day yesterday! 

I spent the morning in the hospital and started another cycle of chemo.

Why is that great?  Well, I'll tell you why.

The hospital visit was my progress check CT scan and oncologist appointment, the chemo is still Xeloda.

If you're a mets patient like me, you've probably already made the connection and understand why that's great news.  But for everyone else, let me show you a bit about our world:

Basically, with metastatic breast cancer (and probably other incurable cancers, but I'm no expert), the routine is to use a treatment (generally starting with the one least likely to have the most unpleasant side effects, so for ER+ cancer like mine, start with the anti-hormonals and move on to chemos like Xeloda and then on to harsher chemos when needed), check the cancer periodically, and either continue with a treatment that's at least preventing continued cancer growth or switch off of a treatment that's failing and try a different one.

See why it's good that I'm still downing Xeloda pills morning and night? Yep, my CT scans showed it's still working.  Not only working but, actually shrinking the tumors in my liver!  That's great news.

CT also showed that the lesions on my bones are not visably growing and there are no new lesions on my bones that the CT could pick up.  And, my oncologist said it looks like a few of the eaten away parts on my spine are filling in a bit with some denser sclerotic bone growth (admittedly, cancer progressing can also look sclerotic under certain conditions, but in context my oncologist believes it's a good sign).

How much are the liver tumors shrinking?  I don't know yet.  My oncologist showed me the scan images from December and yesterday and, to my totally untrained eye, the biggest tumor looked about half the size, which is cool to see.  But the radiologist's report wasn't final at the time of my appointment so I won't get a copy of it to read the measurements for about a week until it shows up in my online interface. But still, it looked good and my oncologist was pleased, so I'll take it!

Other great things about yesterday:

• The hospital had switched from barium smoothies to an oral iodine-based contrast.  This tastes so much better and is much, much easier to drink and digest than barium contrast (barium is a chalky pulverized rock--suffice to say the barium "smoothie" doesn't get it's thickness from ice cream or yogurt).  That was 100% win!
• The CT technologist got a good vein on the first try!  Herself!  Without having to call in the IV team!  And it wasn't in my hand as a last resort which hurts like heck when the push in the IV contrast!  Again all win.
• Technology and patient-centered processes are a wonderful combination.  I went in at 7:40 am to start drinking contrast and had my results from my oncologist less than 5 hours later!  And that included time for her to walk down and discuss some things with the radiologist.  Do I love not having to wait for days for news?  Yes I do!  (and, incidentally, Blue Cross/Blue Shield, this is one of several reasons why I am not interested in your phone calls every time I get scan preapproval suggesting I cancel my imaging appointments and reschedule them to whatever random facility your software tell you will do it slightly cheaper. If you could stop with those phone calls already, I'd really appreciate it.)
• It was bright and spring-like when I arrived at the hospital and made my way into the basement rooms where they house the imaging department.  After my scans, as I was walking down the hall to oncology, I was noticing for the first time how beautiful the blue sky and soft, fluffy clouds looked overhead through the glass ceiling that covers that particular hall.  I'm told it was pouring rain in-between but I missed the entire thing.  Nothing but blue skies for me!
• As I was going up the stairs from oncology I happened to be there at the right time in the right weather to have rainbows under my feet where the glass under the railing reflected the light from the skylights--lovely.
• When he came home, my husband made his awesome chocolate-chip cookies and I ate several.  Hot out of the oven.  And they were delicious.
• And, of course, the best thing, I got good news to share.  And that's always a win!

Sometimes, at home, because I'm a dork, when things are going particularly well, I'll break out with "All I Do Is Win" (not the most PC of songs, but the refrain cracks me up).  Yes, I'm a 40-something wife and mother, but, like I said, I never claimed not to be embarrassingly dorky. I thought about using that as the title of this post ("All I Do Is Win," as the title, that is, not, "Embarrassingly Dorky" which is more true but less fun), but it seemed too much like tempting fate.  I have stage iv cancer so clearly I don't always "win, win, win, no matter what, what, what," but yesterday it was like the charm fairy suddenly decided to take up residence on my shoulder and stay there all day. And it was wonderful.