Well, we just got the news. Chemo is done. As in, no more chemotherapy for The Boy, period. The GFR result was 44, which is a 30% reduction from the previous result. The cause of that reduction was likely the carboplatin, which would also be given in this round of chemo that was just aborted before it began. Dr. Graves couldn't justify giving the carbo this round, and his research into an etoposide-only chemo leads him to believe that that would be just as bad. So, bam. We're done.
Understand, this is amazing news. This is a huge chunk of our life that we, for lack of a better term, just got back. We're not done with the cancer by any stretch, but we're coming out of the tunnel and into open air. We have a meeting with the doctors on the 12th (Monday) to determine the next phase of care: several scans, then removing his port, and constant attention and care of his remaining kidney until such time as action is needed.
Of course, there's the other side of the coin, the side that is scary: possibility of another relapse. I'm not thinking about that, as much as possible. Right now, I'm going to enjoy an unexpected weekend at home and the good news that extended hospital visits are winding down.