I met with my oncologist Dr. Pishvaian this morning. He informed me they are still waiting for the pathology report to come back from Friday’s lung biopsy, but all indications are the cancer stems from the esophageal cancer as opposed to being new lung cancer. We then discussed the new clinical trial and the scheduling. Unless something changes I’ll be getting my first infusion of Pembrolizumab (Keytruda) on Feb. 7th. The protocol is for me to receive an infusion once a week for the first three weeks and then go to once every 3 weeks. At the same time I’ll be starting on the INCB039110, JAK1 inhibitor. This comes in a pill form which I’ll be taking daily. I’m waiting to hear back from the clinical trial coordinator about getting a full written schedule.
So the bitter sweet part of today’s story is because I needed to get my blood work done. Normally when I check in, if I need blood work done, they will inform me and I can have it done at the clinic. Dr. Pishvaian not only asked if I’d had my blood work done but if I’d had it done at 5 North? I didn’t know I needed to go back up there yet.
5 North (Fifth floor, North end of the main hospital building) is where the clinical trials are administered and where I received all my previous treatments. The nurses are all top notch and over the last 3 years have become dear friends. I know they didn’t want to see me today any more than I wanted to see them – at least not for today’s reason. Mercedes (the head nurse) caught me coming down the hall and gave me a big hug saying Kim would be my nurse. How appropriate since Kim had been my nurse the last time I was with them.
Since today was a screening for the clinical trial I had to get an EKG on top of a full blood workup (what do they do with 9 vials of blood?) and of course a urine sample. Never fails they need that just after I’ve emptied my bladder. On the way out Jeannie, one of the other nurses saw me and gave me a hug. She said she’d heard I was coming back. How that must have sucked for them to hear. Heading out of the wing I waved good-bye to Marta who mans the front desk and told her I’d be back in two weeks.
Well Sherman, seems like it’s 2014 all over again.