Chemo - Part Deux
Last week I had a new round of tumor markers taken and the news wasn't good. Both markers continue to rise. My CEA went up from 6.6 to 8.2 (range is between 0 - 2.5) and the CA 19-9 went up from 76 to 82 (range is between 0 - 35).
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Last week I had a new round of tumor markers taken and the news wasn't good. Both markers continue to rise. My CEA went up from 6.6 to 8.2 (range is between 0 - 2.5) and the CA 19-9 went up from 76 to 82 (range is between 0 - 35).
On Monday, Jan 7th, Roni and I drove down to Baltimore, MD to meet with Dr. Esquival for a second opinion. We were supposed to meet with Dr. Sugarbaker in the morning, then Dr. Esquivel in the afternoon, but it turned out our appointment with Dr. Sugarbaker was never confirmed, so we never did meet with him. It turns out that that was not such a bad thing. We have been hearing rumors that he is looking to start slowing down his practice and might retire. I heard that he is in his 60s. He has helped many people and I think he deserves to take it easy if he wants.
No, I'm not talking about the Aswan Dam. I'm talking about the ability to ignore things that can kill you. For me, that thing is cancer.
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I noticed I haven't posted since Sept 11, less than two months ago. For those wondering how everything went, I'm afraid the news is not so good.
... till my next tumor marker test.
One day after my last post, I had my CT scan. That same day I shipped the films off to Dr. Sugarbaker to get his take on things.
On Friday the 13th, I went in for my blood tumor marker test, and on Monday, I got the results.
To most people, those numbers mean nothing, but for me, they were good news.
On Friday afternoon (I was supposed to pick it up Friday morning), I picked up the new bike from the dealer. It was a beautiful day, although a bit cool. I ended up riding about 115 miles through some scenic New York country side.
On Feb 18th, 2004 I spent 10 hours under anesthesia while Dr. Sugarbaker sliced me open, dug around in my innerds looking for the cancer cells that had been threatening my life, and poured chemo into my abdomen.