A Tuesday

Ok, so sitting at the hospital, in this shirt:

Which reads: "My cancer is rarer than your cancer: (neener neener).  Honestly hoping I don't run into someone whose is worse than mine, because (cough) how embarrassing would that be?  I am drinking the equivalent to a half gallon jug of the weirdest and most mildly-disturbing-tasting liquid in prep for my CT scan.  This is one of the big deal ones.  What I am crossing my fingers for is some measure of

"OMG, NO ONE HAS EVER RESPONDED THIS WELL TO CHEMOTHERAPY.....well, there may have been this one guy....BUT EVEN HIS CASE WASN'T AS AMAZING AS THE PROGRESS WE HAVE SEEN HERE.  ALERT THE MEDIA!"

Most likely scenario is that there will be SOME reduction in the size of Jeffrey.

Instead of looking like this:

 The little bastard will look more like this:

After this test, the agenda is to get the pump removed on Friday (faint with gratitude) and have a second endoscopy performed - this time at Northwestern - this coming Monday.  The surgeon wants a chance to peek at Jeffrey as well before they schedule anything.  Personally, I am extremely glad my surgeon wants to see for himself AND I am glad for the second procedure....because the first time they tried this, they couldn't even pass the scope past his (Jeffrey's) fat butt and get a good picture.

As we get updates about the shrinkage, I will definitely make sure and post it here.  Otherwise, I am looking at a very nice break from chemo and from poking and prodding, puking and whatnot.  I am going to enjoy a beautiful spring and we will go from there when the time is decided.