I’ve had to take Mum in to the hospital this Monday morning for a check up with the Oncology staff in the outpatient’s unit, and to get the results from some scans and blood tests. They’d already established that she complete the remaining two cycles of the Xeloda, though they refer to it as capecobana?... capecroana?... oh, no... the nurse has just repeated it... Capecitabine! I was this close! But Mum’s finished with these cycles, they can’t do them anymore. She’s being started on a new medication. I’ve had to use the wheelchair today for Mum again, because she’s tired, and the walk from the car to the hospital can be quite a long way. She hates being in the wheelchair because, she argues, it makes her look like an invalid. The nurse goes over her new medications with her. They’re starting her on Lapatinib. The doctor turns back around from typing on the computer, explaining what the scan results mean.
