Sunday, February 20, 2011

Status Quo

It would be nice to say something like gone, vamoose, finished, cured, but alas I settle for stable. There was some rather modest bone improvement according to the radiologist who read the MRI but other than that - boring.
Aside from the sleepy feeling (and dopey and grumpy demeanor and sneezy fits) I'm happy the doc was not bashful and signed off on another 2 cycles and a restaging party to follow up with. Soon the magic mirror will reveal the fairest drug of all and we can all live happily ever after.


Monday, February 07, 2011

Random Number: 8237

How is it that Millennium landed on number 8237 for the designation of the investigational drug I happen to be taking? How is it that the DNA mutation dice I rolled happened to spell myeloma? How is it that of the long list of just likely side effects, hair loss is the only one I've really noticed? (The low white cell counts though significant are not noticeable.) How would I know if my cognition is amiss? Why is it that perceived randomness is rarely actually random? I will chalk the latter up to ignorance of which I am masterful. The new found affinity with Uncle Fester might be clue. I'm not getting it though.
Lets hope that my mutant B-cells just happen to be expressing Aurora A Kinases and the MLN8237 is obliterating them because of it. A random mutation for which even Uncle Fester would be pleased. The plethora of fluids I'll leave behind tomorrow at the lab should help cure that ignorance. Stay tuned...