Crap scan results, progression in liver and abdominal lymph nodes. Off nab-paclitaxel, onto Olaparib. Oncologist wanted to prescribe Talazoparib but apparently it is so hot off the press in terms of having been approved by the SMC (Scottish Medicines Consortium) that she cannot prescribe it yet.
Had bloods done so that I could get Olaparib on Friday, no go as my neutrophils are 0.94 and they have to be over 1.0. So next week it is. Not only has the stupid nab~Paclitaxel robbed me of my hair and it has led to progression, it has also meddled with neutrophils to stop me from my next treatment straight away.
Liquid biopsy I had done privately has shown ESR1 mutation. Of course I googled and it seems less responsive to treatment. Fuck.
I hate everything and everyone at the moment, I am SO angry & disappointed that my cancer just cannot fuck off even for a little bit (after the initial reduction).
Oncologist still has lots of options down her sleeve (both NHS, private & clinical trials). But all I could do all weekend is mentally plan my funeral.
On the plus side, there is no spread to bones or lungs. Small mercies.
Took me and my son to Peebles Hydro for the weekend distraction. It somehow worked. Except I am back home now and am feeling suffocated by it all.
I am gutted to read about @Tilllly. Can I join you all in the virtual bar in her honour? With my mocktail, due to my dickhead liver.
Off to read previous few pages, I don’t want to be a dick (like my liver) and not find out what has been happening with you all.