So a new treatment was begun, two pills taken daily, one of which was just approved. Demi, as you can see, went along for - to her - one more boring day at the clinic. She was either standing in line with me or standing in line with Steve, but it wasn't play-day with the nurses. In fact, since the treatment failed, tomorrow's chemotherapy was cancelled and we have the day to ourselves at home.
I was able to get the patch doubled so I'm hoping there will be less pain this next week. I was also given another "jug" of liquid morphine. The nurse said I can have as much as I want, that I shouldn't be living with pain. I guess that means I'm terminal. I mean, if I can have as much morphine as I want, what does that say to me? I was trying to keep it down to one dose per hour, but even that wasn't enough. She also said that I will sleep all day tomorrow as I gradually get used to the higher dosage.
Tomorrow..... day off!