After the unsuccessful operation in 2014, I more or less recovered. I didn’t want to try another round of chemotherapy with Avastin, which my surgeon suggested, because I had no indication that it would work and I was very afraid of the side effects.
I took homeopathic medicine and adapted my diet based on information I found on the Internet. My scans show that the situation seems to be stabilizing. Over the past few weeks, my condition has been deteriorating quite rapidly: I have regular and increasingly frequent intestinal blockages. For the surgeon, the link with my disease is obvious: it is starting to really affect the functioning of my intestines.
He suggested I try Avastin again, hoping that this chemotherapy might work, but also pointing out that he has no data to confirm this. Given the speed at which my health is deteriorating, I have decided once again not to try it, knowing that this means I will soon die. I’ve been given a few more weeks, given the problems I’m having with my intestines. With a little luck, I’ll have a few extra weeks, but I’m preparing to leave.
My story isn’t very encouraging, but I think it’s important to be transparent: some of us don’t make it. And that’s my case.