My Last Carboplatin

Barring a recurrence, (banish the thought!) this is my last Carboplatin and next week will be my last Taxol. My infusion today is in the new infusion center. It is very snazzy. Jerry and I have our own room. I’m getting pre-meds so likely I will become quite sleepy from the Benadryl. But then jazzed from the steroids. Before treatment started, we met with my clinical trial nurse. Maintenance will start the second week of June. She asked if I wanted to delay it and I said no way. I’m curious to see how I feel getting just the avelumab. My hope is the side effects are minimal, if any at all. Last night, knowing today could be the start of a not great week, I decided to make a nice dinner. Chicken curry loaded with vegetables. It was beautiful and delicious. We had a Honig 2012 Cabernet which might have been the best Cab we’d ever had from them. Tonight our friends Ray and Irene can’t go out, so I will make a mushroom risotto with the mushrooms we got at the farmers market and some potato leek soup. My hope is I will continue to feel good through the week, but that’s a crapshoot. We have tickets for two different theater productions this week; we will play it by ear. I’m optimistic we will get to both. Getting to the end of treatment is kind of scary. I’ve discovered this is not an unusual feeling, particularly among ovarian cancer patients. Recurrence is quite common, and it will be something that I will constantly be looking over my shoulder for. That’s one big reason why I’m glad I am in this trial. i won’t feel so out there in the wilderness alone. Every other week I will meet with my doctor and clinical trial nurse. It’s reassuring. Benadryl just infused. Will stop while I still make sense.

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