I had the rough last week: First a blood test I had on last Monday showed that the PTT, which is a time for the blood to make a clot, was in critical range. So I was told to redo the test next day. This time the blood was withdrawn from the vein of my arm instead of a port under the chest skin, and the number was in the normal range. But the oncologist said to reduce the dosage of Afinitor from that night instead of finishing the pills I had on hand and then reduce the dosage.
Once I cut back the dosage, immediately the restless bleeding from my nose stopped, but I ran a fever on Thursday, two days after the chemo infusion, and at the same time the cough was getting worse.
As I told so to the oncologist, she told me to see a general doctor. So I did and had a chest X-ray taken yesterday.
The doctor said that it’s not pneumonia, but could be a virus or the nasal mucus dripping down to the throat. Then she showed me the x-ray picture. “It looks clean, but here is a cancer.”
At the right upper lung, I saw a white small round shadow. She also showed me another image of the x-ray, which I took last September. “Here is also.” At the same spot, there was the same white round shadow.
“Is it getting bigger?” asked I, who was concerned the cough was a sign of the progression.
“It’s a little bigger, but the last x-ray was September. You had a CT last December. You have to compare the CT to the CT (which is scheduled in April). It could be stable.
I know. Yet, I was disappointed. Maybe 50% of Afinitor is not good enough. I should search a new drug in case I have to change the regimen again.
My heart got heavy, but tonight younger son and his wife arrived from S.F.. God is continually encouraging me, so I should take a break from cancer and enjoy the family time this weekend!
After I wrote this post, as I was giving a daily prayer in the bed, all of the sudden the light bulb turned on: It’s not a cancer but the port! I inserted a port for the chemo infusion on my light upper chest near the collar bone in 2012, and the doctor, who didn’t know it, mistook it as a cancer—I’m pretty sure. It was such a relief and I could sleep well. 🙂