Last week I had my usual Wednesday appointments and
infusion. My oncologist was surprised that my eyes have improved yet again.
Slowly but surely, my eyes are getting better. I don’t know what that means for
me being able to drive again at some point.
I went to the young survivors group at Gilda’s club
last week, as well. For the first time, I met another person that had astrocytoma
glioblastoma. She was on Avastin too, and has been off of it for several years
now without recurrence. This gives me hope that there’s an end in sight for me!
The foster kitties are pretty humorous. Our little guy Bashful cannot keep his tongue in his mouth. What a Goof!
Fight like Hell.
