I have never been a believer of premonitions and for the most part believe that our minds are very good at adapting reality to our dreams to make sense of things. But for the last week, I've woken up with this song stuck in my head. I've heard the song before when I was much much younger and I can't say I was ever a fan of it but I have felt comforted having it float through my head this week. This morning I finally looked it up online since I only knew the first four lines of it. Turns out that is just about 50% of the song. Songs were much simpler back then.
So back to the premonition part. My mom finally talked with her oncologist over the phone yesterday and called me to give me the news. Her glioblastoma has a mutation which makes it a candidate for a promising new therapy, immunotherapy to be exact. In my mom's case, they would give her a drug cultured from her own cells via IV that acts as a checkpoint inhibitor, which is a fancy way of saying it prevents the cancer cells from issuing signals preventing the body from launching an attack against it which in turn, allows the body's own immune system to amp up and fight the cancer. It has shown a lot of promise and there are currently several ongoing studies to test it along with other things in combination. Unfortunately, it is so new, I have been unable to find out any information on "how much better" it makes things but some articles have said that the latest results are to be published early this year. I wonder if my mom's oncologist has seen the results already? I'm hoping to know more tomorrow when I accompany my mom to her one on one meeting with her oncologist and gets her first dose of the new medicine.
Mom has now had two brain surgeries and she has sworn that this is her last one. She just doesn't want to go through the pain again. Likewise, she hasn't been looking forward to another year of radiation and chemo again but hasn't directly said no to them. However with this new immunotherapy, she only needs to get a dose of medicine via IV once every three weeks with no radiation or chemo. Again, this is just what my mom has told me over the phone and things might change once we visit her oncologist but for her sake, I hope it is true.
Even if this treatment does nothing for increasing life expectancy and just maintains it the same as conventional therapy, it would mean a better quality of life for whatever remainder my mom may have. That in itself would be a Godsend.
Perhaps my mind is adapting reality to my dreams or in this case, to a song stuck in my head that I have woken up to for the last week. Right now... I'm okay with that.
O-o-h child, things are gonna get easier.
O-o-h child, things'll get brighter.