Thought I would share with you the pic of the quilt top that I finished a week or two ago.
Wonky blocks sashed in Kona cotton (something like pacific blue or similar name). Nearly died when I discovered Kona cottons are $15.50 a metre here. Yikes! I was buying them on special in the US for $3.50 a yard, and apparently you can get them cheaper than that too. It really makes me think I'll cough up for shipping for material from the US, particularly if our dollar level pegs with theirs later in the year.
The quilt backing is done as well but is in desperate need of a good pressing. I took some pics but it really needed ironing and I do have some small standards in my picture taking. I naturally forgot to send the quilt backing home with me (a lime green sheet) and the first lime material I came across either was already faded in a strip across the middle or faded when I washed it and hung it out to dry. I ended up using some green strip and yellow polka dot to make the backing, along with a spare block and some leftover strips of material.
(Have I mentioned how much I LOVE having a washing line again? And how lovely clothes smell when they've been line dried? And how much I don't care that some things feel stiff and crackly cos if you shake them a bit or just plain put them on/use them they soften up again?)
Tomorrow I have to go for a couple of scans - a CAT scan and something else. PET? Can't remember. Not an MRI, not that yet. Whatever it is, it will take all day so I had best have lots of knitting with me! It will show more accurately if there is further spread of the cancer. The more info we have, the better but I really hope it is still just locally advanced breast cancer. More than that will be hard to cope with!
I saw the breast clinic on Wednesday and that was pretty good. The lady specialist (Jane Fox) was very good. She has a good bedside manner. No talk of Bad Things, she had me pegged as someone who has a Clue About Medical Matters within about a minute of me walking in the door, told me not to fuss over the pathology and suggested we go with chemo first to shrink the tumour. Also I can be part of a study if I wish - they want to look at how tumours respond to chemotherapy (FEC and taxol/taxotere plus something else). That means taking more biopsies along the way, doing more involved immunohistochemistry/etc on them (looking at proliferative factors and other stuff) and monitoring the size of the things with MRIs. I thought it sounded interesting and even though biopsies are not the most pleasant things, I figure that I will do it just to find out more about what is going on. Also maybe my life really is just to act as a warning to others, so knowing what this cancer is expressing in the way of genes could be useful for others in the future. Anyway, I thought Jane Fox was pretty terrific and walked out of there feeling somewhat more positive. If she follows medical specialist convention here in Oz, she is Mr Fox, and pretty fantastic too, may I say.
On Tuesday I go to the multidisciplinary group at a hospital that is not so handy to where I live. (I just realised a problem in that the little car we have is not well and will not make it to the different hospital - I should look up buses and stuff). The BC nurse was very firm that I should NOT arrive before 2pm and indeed I should not fuss about being on time because they very rarely are. Anyway, I wondered if I will get a spanking and be tied up by the multi-disciplinary group or whether they will finalise my treatment so that it will get started. I would like it to get started but maybe not before next weekend, when my BiL and his fiancee have their engagement party.
Currently, assuming the scans come up clean, it looks like I will have four cycles of FEC and then another four cycles of taxotere/taxol + ?. I believe each cycle is three weeks. MiL says that I'll feel totally lousy the week of chemo, lousy-ish the second week and fine on the third week. That is 24 weeks of chemo treatment and will take me through to mid-year. Assuming the chemo is doing me good (even if I don't feel like it is) then I have surgery on the Beast. After that? I dunno. Either more chemo or radiotherapy. I guess it all depends on how the tumour responds to chemo. Hopefully it will shrink right down and I'll only need a lumpectomy and axial dissection, followed by more treatment, rather than a boobectomy and palliative care....
So things are happening, sorta, slowly. I just wish we could get back into our house. Our house-sitters are dragging their heels about getting out and I just want to get back in! I want to be settled before the crap (chemo) hits the fan. I want to have the cats settled. I want to know what I need to get for the house before I start getting crook from stuff to make me well again. There will be things cos I don't know what will be left of our old stuff after it's been used by the housesitters, or what I will be game to use (eg wooden spoons will need to be replaced cos lord knows what they will have absorbed into them). All fun!