My oncologist has advised me to discontinue my Regorafenib, at least for now. She’s hoping to get me into a Phase 1 trial at my treating hospital in the near future. Plus my science advisory board is seeking other options. In any possible case, I need to be at least four weeks clear of my last cancer medication, what’s called a “washout” period. I may restart it soon if the trials process looks to be taking longer than hoped. So maybe I’ll see some temporary improvement in my side effects at least. Another step closer to end, though, given that this drug is what’s been keeping me alive.
Phase 1 Trails
As mentioned above, there is a Phase 1 trial for which I may qualify going on at my treating hospital. There’s an order in for a genetic test on my tumor tissue to see if I have either of the mutations indicated for eligibility. Thankfully we have tissue stored in the pathology department’s freezers, so this does not require a biopsy. Depending on what my science advisory board comes up with, there may be other tests in my near future.
Happy Side Effects Time
This is my off week with Regorafenib anyway, so I’ve been looping back through the usual array of GI twists and turns. Plus we’re trying to taper me off my sleep drugs as I taper off the Regorafenib. I’ve been a little more focused this week than usual, which is nice.
Unfortunately, I’ve needed that additional focus. We had a disastrous day with CarMax yesterday, trying to sell Lisa Costello‘s father’s car. We have a meeting this morning with a CarMax manager which may resolve the problem, but meantime we burned about five hours of both her and my time and attention yesterday on what should have been a reasonably simple process. And we have to burn more time and attention today. (Once I have final resolution, however it turns out, I’ll explain what happened.)
We’re flying back to Portland Sunday. Given my health, I suspect this will be the last non-medical long distance trip I make in my life, though I may try to squeeze in one more trip to Omaha to visit friends there. It will be good to be home, but every step I take just lately is more freighted than ever.