He battled for 10 years. Similar thing - only palliative, no cure. The chemo was horrible. The first 5 years were "ok"..spread out enough where he could have periods of feeling "good", then the treatments got closer and closer until it was basically treatments back to back and the only breaks seemed to be in order to let his counts build back up so they could start again. I approached him around year 7 to talk about stopping. It just seemed like his treatments were killing him. It was so hard watching him feel so bad so often. My mother came in during the conversation and had a conniption fit (selfish, probably some type of diagnosed personality disorder)... So, for my mom, he continued treatments up until hospice. And he was miserable and sick, and never really had a good day for the last 2 years. It just made me so damn sad. I'm mad and teary eyed right now just thinking about it.
I read all of your posts because, like I said, you remind me a lot of my dad and his journey, and he is probably the best man I've ever known. I have no advice other than do what YOU want. You deserve to feel good for a change. And you deserve to handle your treatment in the way that makes the most sense to you. Your family obviously matters a lot to you and I am SO very happy to read that they are supportive of your decision. They obviously love you a lot and I am very happy to know that.
Hang in there, Tab. Stay strong. You never know how you feel after 6 months of no treatments. Don't lock yourself in to a decision. Be happy, be peaceful. However you can do that, is what I would encourage you to do.