Never willing to allow a pun to elude us, we say we’re like Tonto because we are in need of some Chemo Savvy [not the Kemo Sabe Johnny Depp will cultivate in his new take on the Tonto role in the old Lone Ranger saga, scheduled for release next July].
We’re still recovering from last month’s surgery, from which we emerged minus a bladder, a prostate, and 20 lymph nodes, including one that had sprouted some of the same highly aggressive micropapillary cancer cells that necessitated the bladder removal. [We also had prostate cancer, an adenoma that was in the very early stages of development and is not a problem].
Metastasis to the lymph nodes means the probability of more cancer; hence the need for chemo.
Two types of chemo are on offer, one having considerably milder side effects than the other — though my thinning locks are likely victims under either regime. The Kaiser oncologists recommend the less noxious course, based on best [albeit limited] evidence.
My surgeon gives me good odds [80 percent] though the chemo doc is less certain, given that chemo for micropapillary bladder cancer hasn’t been subjected to any rigorous studies because the cancer is relatively rare.
So we’ll be charting some new territory, and with less hair to shade us from the sun.
Treatment would likely start next month.