I just met with Dr. Kaplan. Next week I start the new stuff, A/C, and it will be every other week, which is called dense dosing. It used to be they did it every three weeks, but Dr. Kaplan said it works better this way, and they seem to think I can handle it.
This means, unless he decides to go for two more treatments just in case the tumor isn't as shrunk as he'd like it to be, I'll be done with chemo August 12. Unbelievable. It's gone so fast, yet it seems like a hundred years ago since my diagnosis.
I was so worried about ending my chemo, for fear I'd never see Dr. Kaplan again. I trust him and love him so much. A respectful love, not romantic mind you. But he reassured me we're not "over."
He told me he is my "point man." Even after the lumpectomy, which will be done by Dr. Beatty, and radiation, Dr. Kaplan will be my doctor for a long time. He said until Feb. 3, 2022. I said "what?" Well, that's when he turns 75 and plans to retire. I told him I plan to retire before he does!
So I feel much better knowing he won't abandon me.
I've been very tired this week and fairly emotional. Anxiety gets to me. I miss Taylor so much, too. He's still in Texas, but he'll be back in Idaho by August and he says he will come see me. There's nothing like a hug from my boy to make me feel better.
I'm looking forward to next Wednesday evening, as I have tickets to a sold out Lucinda Williams concert. You either love her or hate her, and I adore her. Many of her songs are sad and lonely, but lovely nonetheless. Her new CD "Blessed," however, is very positive. She's a wonderful songwriter and cool chick. Can't wait.
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