SIRT – Part 1
Tomorrow morning at 7:30am I am to present myself to St Vincent’s Hospital for tests to determine whether or not I am able to receive SIR Therapy.
Follow this link to find out exactly what it is…
It’s pretty intense. They’re going to inject thousands of tiny radioactive particles directly into my liver in an attempt to kill the tumours. It is usually very successful but it’s heavy duty and I will be flat on my back for about 4 weeks afterwards, if it goes ahead.
I’ve already met with the surgeon responsible for the procedure and tomorrow has been organised to give me an angiogram, a CT scan and then, as I understand it, one radioactive sphere will be inserted. This is all designed to track how the blood and radiation flow through my liver.
In a perfect world there will be no leakage from my liver into the bowel or lungs or through the hepatic artery, as this can cause complications further down the line. Doc says 85% of people respond well to this treatment….only 15% don’t. Medically speaking, these are the best odds I’ve been given so far.
If you pray, now would be a good time. This is by far the scariest procedure I’ve encountered so far and, even though chemo makes me feel awful, I know what to expect when it comes. This treatment is a completely unknown element for me and as such I’m a little anxious. Anxious that it might burn, anxious that I might not be able to receive the full scale radiation infusion due to the way my body is wired… anxious that there will be a fair degree of poking and prodding all day long and a decent level of discomfort for the duration. And of course, the needles. I don’t like needles.
I’m going to be carrying this picture with me…. to remind myself what it’s all for should the fear begin to creep in.
I’ll do anything to defend this….