A week after my last post, I had a chest CT and an abdominal and pelvic MRI. It had been six weeks from my PET scan in early January, which as you may recall, was “mixed” in that there was some growth, some stability and some regressions in the various tumors in my lungs. My oncologist and I had agreed that notwithstanding the growth we would continue on the same treatment of weekly Erbitux infusion and 5-FU push for the time being but that we would rescan in six weeks as opposed to the more conventional three months. The February scans showed essentially stability as compared to the January PET, but what was more alarming to me was that it showed “significant” growth from the October CT and MRI.

The different types of scanning technology offer different pros and cons, which I don’t pretend to fully understand. I generally get PETs once every six to nine months because they can detect disease in the bones as well as metabolic cancer activity in non-solid areas (e.g., the peritoneum) and cover a more expansive area from neck to mid-thigh. While there is a CT scan connected with a PET, the image quality is inferior to an actual CT and MRI.  All this is by way of explaining that comparing a CT/MRI to a prior CT/MRI is more accurate than comparing a PET to a CT/MRI. Therefore, the change from October to February was more relevant (and disturbing) to me. February’s scans showed a couple new tumors and growth of about one to three millimeters in a few other. The MRI also showed an enlarged lymph node in my retro-peritoneum that could be cancerous or benign inflammation – radiologists can’t seem to agree on what it is. As I had suspected, the Erbitux and 5-FU are starting to fail, if not already completely failing. My oncologist and I agreed, however, that we would hold off on changing treatment until I returned from my upcoming vacation, after which I will rescan and we will decide on the next treatment. The last thing I want to deal with on my vacation is unforeseen side effects or complications.

I came home from that appointment, dejected and upset (although not as upset as I have been in the past – you get used to getting bad news after a while). I was lying on the couch when I asked Isabelle to come over and give me a hug. This is the conversation we had: More