Today Felix and I strolled in late for my last session of Herceptin. As per normal I was physically examined by an oncologist (armpits, hands, breasts and breathing) and informed the doctor of my side effects: joint pain, hot flushes, fatigue, poor sleep, bit of a dry martini and some twinges. Tests of my heart functioning report that my heart does exactly that: function.
A year ago I commenced chemotherapy alongside Herceptin treatment. Herceptin runs for twelve months, though there are rumours in oncology that the length of time women receive Herceptin might reduce soon as it hasn’t been proven women with HERII positive breast cancer require such a long treatment. I don’t care I wanted to get the stuff for as long as possible (and also as long as it was safe).
It’s a big day, even though it doesn’t feel like one as yet. I’ve finished my IV drugs. In a couple months I can get my portacath removed.