So it happened, what every metastatic patient fears: the next line treatment, a reminder that metastatic cancer overcomes therapies nearly every time and that one life-extending option has been crossed off the list.
All metastatic patients know that there is a list of potential treatments, each in due course. At some point the current treatment will stop working and we will move on to the next one. We live with the hope that research will move fast enough to keep something on our list.
My new therapy may last a year or it could last ten. I will only know when it ceases to work. Everyone seems to love my new drug. And while it is two large needles and a very slow injection every month, it has the added advantage of not having to remember to take a pill twice a day, which is huge. I’m told it is very well tolerated and it has a great track record of effectiveness.
I’m as optimistic is anyone can be but I serve no one if I’m not honest as well: I’m not okay that I’m one treatment down. So while I wait with hope and gratitude for all of the researchers, trial participants and doctors have brought me to this opportunity, I wait, too, with a little bit of grief for the most recent therapy crossed off my list.