It's been a week of extremes.
Our youngest daughter got married on Sunday, and it was such a day of joy. There were smiling family, happy friends, beautiful bride and groom, new in-laws, great weather (outdoor ceremony!), dinner and dancing, and I ended the night sitting by an outdoor fire overlooking a river with my darling husband and his best friend with the moon beaming down on us. We have been looking forward to this for a year, especially during a year where we have sustained so many losses.
Tuesday Wayne went for a CT scan to see if the Yervoy has been doing any good. He has continued to have GI side effects since his last infusion 8/31/18. He has never reacted to the barium contrast before, and it may have been what he had for dinner, or just the Devil's Triangle of confluence, but he had uncontrolled vomiting and then diarrhea from 11:30 - 4 am when I determined we had to go to the ED for fluids. He got stabilized and 2 bags of fluid later, we went home at 9 and got some much needed sleep. He's continued to hold down clear liquids, and now on the
BRAT regimen, but it was a rough 36 hours. Fortunately, no bowel blockage and CT showed no melanoma organ involvement.
So tomorrow we see the oncologist with our 20 questions, asking for a palliative care consultation, how much longer he can anticipate the daily GI problems, if he can decrease the prednisone for inflammation he's been on now for 10 weeks, and what is the prognosis moving forward. The blessing is his internal organs look good on scans. The challenge is that new melanomas keep developing just under his skin in random places, and treatment doesn't seem to be impacting them so far.
I'm tired. So I'm going to follow a 12-step bit of advice (HALT) and will head home for a bite and early to bed.
Thanks for being part of my support community ya'll. Here's a look at my happy place from the weekend.
Missy