Recently I wrote about the inconclusive test result for the genetic marker that could indicate a better outcome for B. This was due to medicine being an inexact science. Which is no science at all, as far as I’m concerned. If I wanted inexact I’d turn to religion.
The repeated test, however, showed that he definitely does not have this marker. That is not great news but there is nothing we can do about it. It does mean that B’s treatment will be the more aggressive combination of radiotherapy and chemotherapy.
He’ll have an MRI on Monday to determine the extent and location of the remaining tumour, then 6 weeks of combined radio/chemotherapy soon after, then at least 6 months more of chemotherapy.
None of this is fantastic but as The German says, the tumour is making the decisions here, not us. We also spoke about the long term outcome, which hardly lifted the mood of the consultation. We are talking years, but perhaps not many of them. At some point the goddamn thing will come back, so the treatment aims to delay that for as long as possible. At the end of the meeting I shook The German’s hand and said “thanks, I guess”.
Of course many people live beyond the initial expectation. There are no hard and fast rules so we just have to get on with it, employ the dreaded phrase ‘take each day as it comes’ and enjoy the time we have together.