I’ve been on osimertinib for three months.  It’s statistical effectiveness is averaged at eight months.  But as the cancer became resistant to afatinib rather quickly I’m rather cautious about expecting to be above average.

Three months means it’s time for a photo shoot.  I’m invited in for a CT scan, which is one of the more pleasant forms of scan, where the results will decide if I’m okay to continue with my drug or get to progress to chemotherapy – that’s when I really will be dragging out the end game.

In June I was struggling to stand up, but capable of walking decent distances once I was on my feet.  I have little doubt that the osimertinib has successfully zapped the big tumour that beat afatinib.  And I can now stand up with relative ease.  Staying on my feet is more of a challenge.  Walking stick and disabled blue badge are now very much part of my life.  The pelvic damage too much for my failing body.

So I have a plan for today.  Late breakfast.  No food after 11.30am.  No revels.  Drive to Huddersfield at 2pm to collect my drugs that the scan might say I no longer need.  Drive to Halifax to have the scan.  Wait a fortnight for results.

The big question of the day comes in Halifax.  Do I pay to park on the car park, or park on the street for free but incur a longer walk to the scanning area in the hospital?  I’ll see how I’m feeling at the time.  My usual move towards free might be outweighed by a struggling body and long walk.

And I need to stay healthy for a new year trip to Shropshire!

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