Having cancer has been pretty easy for the past two months. The new chemo pills have made it that way. No gastro-intestinal infernos, and no inconvenient periods of fasting for a guy who loves eating.
The only issue has been fatigue, and I’ve discovered an excellent cure for that – it’s called sleep:
A minimum of 8 hours each night, and one to two 30-minute naps during the day. Long before I was diagnosed with cancer, M.A. would tell me that I wasn’t getting enough sleep at night – that the human body needed 8 hours. While I listened, I didn’t act on it. I continued with my 6 to 6.5 hours nightly. Getting cancer is an extreme way to learn that your wife was right.
So, yeah – I’ve been feeling pretty good while taking these new drugs. But the unanswered question is “Is the Alectinib working? Is it shrinking the tumor in my lung, and preventing it from growing or metastazing to other parts of my body?”
We’ll find out on Monday – I have an MRI scheduled for above the neck, and a CT scan of my torso. Those scans will tell us what the cancer's been up to, and if the Alectinib treatment is doing more than making life easy and comfortable - is it making life safe?
My take? Come Monday, it’s be alright.
In my last post, I was complaining how the new chemo drug I'm taking - alectinib - was inducing fatigue and making life miserable. But as my most sagacious advisors told me, that would likely pass.
Indeed it has - I've been taking the drug for nearly four weeks now, and I'm sleeping like a 56-year-old baby. At night, when I should be. And what a difference it has made. I'm no longer a cantankerous zombie by day, and a frustrated insomniac at night.
The worst of it came when I had to travel for work - first to Atlanta one week, and then to Texas last week, for a four-hour presentation to a VERY BIG prospect. I tossed and turned in a strange hotel bed for eight hours, then got up and willed myself to give the presentation.
Miraculously, I was able to box out the fatigue through sheer focus, and deliver the presentation. I was the only person in that conference room that knew how little I'd slept the night before.
I arrived home just after midnight, and for the first time in nearly three weeks, enjoyed an honest night's sleep. It's been that way since, thankfully, because I really didn't enjoy being that cantankerous zombie.
I really didn't.