Time to Feed the Meter

If you put coins in an old-fashioned parking meter, you get some time. Then after a while the time starts to run out, and to maintain your parking spot you have to put in more coins.

This is my new metaphor for mesothelioma treatment: you apply a treatment (coins), and you get some time. Mesothelioma has a nasty way of coming back, though, so after a while you have to apply another treatment. And then another.

Which is the long way of saying that my PET scan last week contained bad news: the big tumor at the base of my lung is revving up. The challenge now is to choose the treatment. So far the top contenders are surgery and proton beam therapy. I saw the proton beam specialist yesterday, and he was pretty confident that they can kill the tumor. I'll see the surgeon next week and see what he says. I am inclined to go for the noninvasive option, but we'll see what the surgeon says. Hopefully whichever treatment I go with will buy me lots of time. 

Meanwhile, it's rose season in the garden, so not all the news is bad.

I love red roses.