Last year, I was in the hospital from chemo for my birthday, not knowing the cancer would blossom again months later. This year, I’m walking around San Francisco–short of breath sometimes, but walking–looking forward to an afternoon and evening with friends, a few days at GDC, then the return home Read more…
The every-other-week treatment schedule has become habit at this point. In at 7:45 am, IV and blood draw, discussion with the trial nurse, meet with Dr. Ani, get the blood test results, then infusion and home by 1:00 pm. What isn’t habit yet is the unpredictability of immunotherapy. Unlike chemo, Read more…
I’m exhausted and stressed and sad and angry. I try to keep my posts here focused and positive, but it’s really hard at this point. I was contacted last week by the Organizing Director of a healthcare advocacy group to see if I would be willing to be called upon Read more…
When we first started talking about whether we would move or renew our lease, I said on Twitter that making the decision felt like placing a bet on how long I was going to live. As we discussed choices and toured a few places, I found myself saying things like, Read more…