So it's been a full month.  Nothing to be discouraged about, and something new today to feel a little encouragement about.

Dr N gave me a three week break following completion of the radiation/5-FU therapy. Had planned for two weeks, but the side effects during the first week off were intense enough to cause him to wait another week to clear that stuff out of my system before starting back to Gemcitabine.

Somewhere I read that the first week following daily radiation/5-FU therapy can involve side effects equal or greater than those during the treatment. That did happen with me. The side effects were more annoying than debilitating, but Dr N  wanted to make sure that stuff was cleared out completely before beginning the next phase so as not to reduce the effectiveness of the Gemcitabine.

The side effects of radiation/5-FU for me were mucositis including inflammation and some blisters from the lips all the way to the stomach. This pretty much killed my appetite, although I could still get hungry from time to time. Continued losing weight through this period and didn't put a stop to that until last week, when I finally gained two pounds, having forced myself to eat half a rhubarb pie with frozen yogurt. Ugh.  Had minor nausea throughout, mostly limited to times when taking medication or eating. I'm sure it was a consequence of the mucositis.

So about a week after stopping the radiation/5-FU therapy, the body began to get back to normal and I started back on Gemcitabine two weeks ago. Was a little concerned that the side effects might be a bit more severe following the experience with radiation/5-FU, but it turns out they have been almost identical to the first two months on the stuff.

One of the fun things that has happened during this period is the way Dr N always asks if I've experienced any abdominal pain during the previous weeks. My answer is and always has been "no", and each time it seems his smile gets a little more broad and the surprise in his voice seems a little more emphatic each time.

The first encouraging thing is one I likely manufactured in my mind, but it was there nonetheless, so I'll take it. After the 30 day followup with the radiation oncologist he said he would schedule me for a six month followup visit. Later that day I realized I had not considered or planned on anything six months out in the past year and it brought a nice warm smile, even knowing it might not be at all relevant.

Now for the (potentially) good news. I asked Dr N to see if he could find an alternative anti-coagulant to the enoxaparin because my medical pharmacy benefit had changed and my co-pay went from $5 to $380 monthly for this subcutaneous monster. Today I got a call from the group pharmacy letting me know that my new prescription for Xarelto (Rivaroxaban) was ready and it should arrive in a few days. This, of course, is for the pulmonary embolism they found in October and apparently is one of the few anti-coagulants that is effective with pancreatic cancer.  Don't know much about it except for the few Internet references I've found, but those look very encouraging. My belly will be happy to be done with the bruising and bleeding from that twice daily injection.

That's all for now. Still here. Still kicking. Still hurting. Still smiling. And still looking forward to tomorrow.

Namaste. Never give up.