Today I saw my oncologist for the first time since before Christmas (she was out of the country for the holidays), and I had my fifth infusion. I am now two infusions into the second of four three-week cycles. Upon measuring my largest tumor she noted that it has shrunk significantly: Down from 2cm at diagnosis to 1cm. On top of that, when she went to measure my second (and smaller) tumor, which is more centrally located, she couldn't find it. I told her I'd felt it just a week or two ago, and so I tried, and I couldn't feel it either! It has probably not completely dissolved away (yet), but for purposes of physically measuring it, it has all but disappeared.
Now, keep in mind that my oncologist's weekly measurements are not super precise--she basically just uses a ruler, as my tumors are/were palpable. I will get an MRI at the end of this first 12 week course of chemotherapy, which will provide more accuracy. Nevertheless, the shrinkage is significant. I had noted myself that the largest tumor was shrinking after only three infusions, but it was nice to hear it from my doctor today as well. I am also managing the side effects of chemo fairly well, exercising a about four days a week, and taking meds that keep the nausea at bay. And I still have hair! (It's thinning quite rapidly these days, though. Not sure I'll still have much after another week.)
So I can safely say that with the start of the new year, I am seriously kicking cancer's ass. And for those of you looking for a metaphorical visual of the destructive effects of a bitchslap, see the video below.
Dictionary definition in the sidebar on the front page of my blog).
But seeing the destructive slap-effects in slow motion is satisfying