Mar 24, 2010
Day after tomorrow marks the end of SOC treatment + Alinia for my husband. It's oddly anti-climactic and counter-intuitive, but I'm not as excited as I thought I'd be. It's been 17 months of pills and ills, and I would have thought I'd be jumping for joy. I should be thrilled about approaching the end, but I'm not; instead, I'm terrified. I guess it's due in part to feeling better doing "something" than doing "nothing."
My husband is already asking questions about what happens if he stops and relapses -- his primary focus at the moment is to get to SVR by any means possible. Without a doubt, it is the prime objective, but at the moment I'm less worried about relapse and more worried about tumor recurrence. Some months ago we had pondered on whether or not treatment may have played a role in his staying cancer-free as well as getting to undetected, but we'll never really know. The instances of hcc recurrence post-SVR keep intruding on my positive thinking, but that's me, not him. I've always been one to miss the view of the forest for the trees.
His doctor has stated that there is no protocol to recommend treating beyond 72 weeks, but considering it was "possible" that tx "may" help in my husband's case, he would continue to work with us if my husband chose to continue. There is some evidence to suggest that Interferon may have both anti-viral and anti-tumor properties, but it's still a big question mark. So, the ball is in my husband's court at the moment but still bouncing around. A different kind of March madness.
Wondering if Peg will be stood up by her usual Friday night date. ~eureka