OK, I know... I haven't posted in a while. I'm tired of whining, and I don't really have that much of interest to pass along. Matt took me to Houston, we got into M D Anderson Cancer Center. I've met with my Dr., repeated every scan and xray, that I just did in February and early March. I still don;t have any answers, Dr. Arun hasn't decided the course for chemotherapy. I'm a little frustrated at this, but I did travel here in hopes of finding the best. And, the best often look and study from every side before making a decision. Anyway, those of you that know me, know that patience is something I require a lot of ativan to display. After 2 weeks there, this is what I have... Bone tumors in my hips, pelvis and back are, in fact, shrinking, the lung tumor has grown larger despite chemotherapy. This presents several problems. First, I now know that I will be getting different medications, because the ones I'm on aren't working. Second, since there has been no response in the lung, this brings about the very real possibility that I may have primary lung cancer in addition to metastatic breast cancer. As you can imagine, I didn't take the news that well. I have been referred to a pulmonary oncologist for evaluation and have an appointment to meet with her next week. This one has me confused and lost, what do you pray for here? Lung cancer, primary, possible surgery? Or breast cancer mets? I truly don't know which is better, or worse. I guess, personally, you can have my lung, replace my hips and remove those vertebrae, give me chemo and make me the new bionic woman for this century. I mean if people can have all sorts of implants to look better, and surgery to sculpt the contours, then why can't they just replace all my parts? Weird, I know. Whatever, I'm on drugs, I can fantasize about replacing hips instead of boobs if I want. I go back to Houston next week, hope for the best, whatever that is.