And more chemo

Tuesday's PET scan showed that the cancer in the lung did shrink from the most recent chemo treatment. That is good news. Now Evan will continue with this recipe for two more treatments, three weeks apart, to attack it further. He wants to start on Monday. We'll see how that goes, but the bottom line is that he's home for another six weeks.
It occurred to me yesterday that it wasn't too many weeks ago when more chemo was bad news. Now it's good news. The difference being, of course, that a few weeks ago we learned that the last regimen hadn't taken care of all there was. This week, we learned that the current regimen is working. It's all a tightly wound yo-yo that never quite unwinds before snapping back with a sharp smack. Maybe the string is really barbed wire. I don't know. It's too early to wax metaphorically anyway.
Evan remains his strong self. He drove to Minneapolis on Tuesday, dropped some things off at Alyssa's apartment, had the scan, drove to Eau Claire to have dinner "with his donor" and home again. By the time I got home around 8:30, he was out with a friend.
When I told my cousin that Evan had relapsed the first time, Kevin said that it was important for Evan to define the cancer rather than letting the cancer define him. I don't know if I ever told Evan that (he hates when we talk about him and blog about him, etc) , but I don't think I'll ever have to. He does have amazing control of all that he can control.
And I control the blog ...