For the first few weeks, the chemo appeared to be working…
… until it didn’t.
PSA rising again—alarmingly so.
Devastating to say the least.
And so Taxotere infusion #7 never happened.
That was January 11, 2022.
It is what it is, I thought.
And asked: What trials does a human being have to endure to prove themselves worthy of being alive?
But no matter. Because I was absolutely convinced this was the beginning of the end. I notified my family of the news and double-checked that I had my affairs in order.
Little did I know at the time that there was a third line of defense.