Day 73 -- A Modest Proposal

If you expect the worst but hope for the best, you settle for something in-between.  That sums-up my follow-up appointment at Mayo today and explains the dream I had about Mom night before last.  My neck, abdominal, and pelvic CT's showed "modest" shrinkage of the affected lymph nodes with no new growths.  Not the best news but not the worst either.  Dr. Inwards, my hematologist, was hoping the four Rituximab treatments in September would've had a greater impact, but he gave me the option to wait-and-see or take the next form of treatment.  Wait-and-see means not doing anything for the next three months and then running the same tests.  Inwards said it's possible that since these tumors have been slow-growing for the last several years, the Rituximab just needs longer to work.  The next form of treatment would involve the same Rituximab combined w/ low-dose chemo administered once every four weeks over a six-month period.  I chose the first option, although I sense the second option will be waiting in the wings.