Repeat CT/MRI didn't tell us anything except that the spot grew a little. Blood tests came back with a slightly elevated CEA. It's been undetectable for about a year but this time around it went from <0.5 to 0.7. The nurse tried to tell me that while there is an increase, the number is so low that I don't need to worry yet. With the growth, the increase in the CEA, and my history, I'm pretty sure it's a tumor. I will have an ultrasound guided biopsy on Monday - my onc is on the same page as I am with looking at this as a confirmation of our suspicions. He told me that this time around it will probably take a week to get my results. The biopsy itself should be straightforward, but since the tumor doesn't look like a typical focal nodular hyperplasia, so he anticipates that samples will be sent to TX (I'm assuming MD Anderson) and results will be presented to tumor board. I've made such an appearance to those meetings so frequently over the last 7 years I feel like I should just show up and say hello, I'm the freak that you've been studying for some time. Figured I might as well meet all of you since you've gotten to know my insides so well!
Anyhow, I asked the usual questions about treatment and here's where it gets a little more challenging. We can't clearly see how much (or little) room I have from the tumor to the portal vein. RFA is unlikely because the portal vein would be a heat sink. Surgery would be "tricky" but the good doctor did not rule it out. And SRS would come with concerns about the radiation doing damage to the portal vein. So, my question to the HIPECkers would be how many of you failed out of chemo and still had HIPEC? FOLFOX worked for me for a while, but the tumor came back later. FOLFIRI didn't work for me - cancer came back with new mets while I was on this regimen.
The good news is that this blasted thing is slow-growing, although that's been my brand. Slow-growing but persistent. It keeps wanting to come back. But the slow growth means that theoretically I have a little more time to look at the options and decide on a course of action (not that I'm going to lollygag). Ha! I love that word. I know, I'm a dork. As you can see, my spirits are fine. I figured that at some point it was likely to come back. It was more of a when than if I think. So we go back to the very odd routine of hurry up and wait with pauses in between to shuffle the feet forward with blood draws, biopsy, results, etc. until I get to determining what's next. Kind of mind-numbing, like standing in line at the DMV. Only in my line, I'm making stops at some local wineries (I'm just a skip from Napa) and taking advantage of this Indian Summer with wine and charcuterie tasting. I was given the ok to do so. In fact, I was told to have an extra glass.