След 10-тата вливка After the 10th infusion

Today I will start with the good news, in my opinion. After the terrible Christmas holidays, when I felt discouraged, now my mood and emotions are positive. The most important battle in the war is about to be won - the birth of my second child. Even if he sucks because of the chemo treatments, it is believed he will survive. The last time I met with the professor, we commented on the results of the follow-up ultrasound we had done. The result is good and shows shrinking of the growths in the liver. The therapy is obviously helping. My condition is still enviably good. I don't know how my 40 pound body (my own weight without the baby) manages to cope with the poison entering my bloodstream. There are side reactions, but they are mild. Liver biochemistry is good, and the PKC is good enough to not need a blood transfusion. My wonderful gynecologist and I keep the hemoglobin high enough that we even manage to raise it slightly. I have no nausea or vomiting. My hair started dripping about 4 weeks ago, but I haven't had to wear a wig yet. I am experiencing severe exhaustion and the outings are tiring. Occasionally a headache comes on as well. But with these symptoms, it's not worth complaining about my condition :) The professor and I commented on the need for more aggressive therapy for me. Since we don't need one at the moment, and the professor thinks it's better to hold the birth and administer the chemotherapy until around the beginning of the 9th month, I'll "squeeze" as long as I can or until the baby decides he wants to come out :) We've set a high goal, but my OB and I have also talked about having a scheduled birth. Let's hope it works out! I had asked about a liver transplant at the very beginning, but was told I was a metastatic patient. I didn't ask for details at the time, but when the tests were done in Bulgaria, it turned out that the biopsy sample was metastatic. This is bad news as it suggests that it is not just the liver that is affected. At the moment, we do not know where the primary is, nor how many sites have metastasis. But it was enough for me that chemotherapy was allowed and we could save the baby's life. And since cancer is unpredictable, I personally hope both the tumor and metastasis are in her liver - after all, there are over 30 growths there. And hope dies last! Unfortunately I can't spare myself the stress and strain, but they are of a domestic nature. I wish I could rest and have peace of mind, but I don't. The new owners above me are doing renovations on weekends and in the 2pm to 4pm range. They were asked, quite good-naturedly, to only do repairs in the allowed time slots, but alas ... And to top it all off, they also made a hole in my ceiling. They even took the liberty of meeting my sister and her child on the street while I was in therapy in Turkey, and holding me accountable for calling the police, as well as other requests that should have been made of me as the house manager. I feel anxious about strangers 'stalking' my relatives in the street. I wish I didn't have to at least worry about household chores, make unforeseen repairs, and deprive my child of a play space because everything has been shuffled around and put away to fix damage. And finally, I am told that an attorney has advised them to sue me because I harassed them! That since when is exercising civil rights considered harassment! I'll stop here because I'm stressing out ... I'm going to try to focus on my treatment and pregnancy as much as possible. For now those are the two most important things, which thankfully we have a good track record with :) Thanks again to all donors! Every penny counts and is a huge help ❤️