We go back to the HCC for more fluids this morning. I’m feeling much better today and actually feel like I don’t need the extra fluids but we are going away for the weekend so I decide that it’s better to be safe than sorry and go for a top up. I get bloods taken at the same time, saving myself a trip to the lab.

While I am sitting in the recliner drinking coffee Dr Sk calls. She has the results of yesterday’s CT scan. It’s as we expected. The cancer has spread. While my bones still look ok, my armpit Betty ball has grown and, worse still, the lesions on my liver have doubled in size. The decline in my liver function is definitely from the cancer and not the chemo. Sigh. So what now? Dr Sk suggests that we continue with the next chemo treatment on Monday and then reassess after that. She also wants to increase the Carboplatin component again. I agree with the plan. I”m not sure what else to do but it does seem like we should try this treatment just a little bit longer. How much longer? Dr Sk says we have a little bit of time, but I’m not quite sure what she means by this – am I running out of time? I ask her directly – will I make the wedding? Yes, she says, you will. And that, to be honest, is all I’m worried about. It’s a day by day, goal by goal approach to life.

We get home and get packed up for a short trip up North. We are going to Whangarei for the weekend with Mum, Sisters K and C. A girls trip. It’s been planned for ages and I’ve been quite focussed on getting there – it would take a lot to stop me. I know Mum has been looking forward to this trip for awhile so I’m glad I’ve been able to make it. I decide not to mention the results of the scan until after the weekend. It doesn’t change the treatment plan and won’t add anything of value to the trip so there doesn’t seem to be any point.