My liver is enlarged again.  I’m weak as a kitten.  The FOLFIRI seems to have failed.  We’re going to Hospice.  A nurse is coming tomorrow morning to discuss options.

I’m not surprised. I’ve felt myself slipping the last couple of weeks.  In part, I’m relieved:  No more infusions, pumps, and so on– but we know that the tumor is very aggressive, so I have no idea how much time I’m likely to have.

At the moment I have no pain, but my entire abdominal cavity feels uncomfortable in a stomach-achy way.  Still, no pain is good.  One day at a time.  Happy Thanksgiving.