I’ve been rocking along lately as happy as a lark. I have so many good things in my life right now that yesterday I came up with a whole list of what having lung cancer has meant to me: new friends, new adventures, retirement and the time to enjoy life, the opportunities to serve on meaningful advisory boards and to, hopefully, make a difference for cancer patients one day.
The good and bad days
I celebrate living, every single day. I get up and face days so full that I can’t possibly fit everything in. And, nearly every day, I happily think, “life is good.”
It was just about a year ago when I got news that turned my world upside down…again. I had been in a clinical trial for right at four years. During that time, I had gotten countless CT scans and nearly 100 infusions of the immunotherapy drug, Opdivo.
Preparing for Infusion #100
Ninety-eight infusions of Opdivo, to be exact. I knew about immunotherapy and how it works before almost anyone. I remember going to the ER one day in 2014 with an unexplained fever and warning them that I was on immunotherapy. The nurses, techs, and doctors looked at me like I had three heads. They had absolutely no idea how to pronounce it or what it was. Until then, I don’t guess I really realized just how new this treatment really was.