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Just got this e-mail from Diane, my friend in New York who has been fighting breast cancer for the past several months:
As for my personal "saga"....I finished chemotherapy at the end of November. The side effects damn near killed me. Some of them have not gone away yet.
I had a mastectomy on December 16, but unlike your very noble governor I have not yet returned to work. My surgery was more extensive than hers, and she did not require chemo. Recovering from the chemo is probably harder than recovering from the surgery! I will start radiation treatment tomorrow. This will continue for 6 to 8 weeks. Meanwhile, I have to return to work in 2 weeks or else I will lose my health insurance. I am hoping I am up to it.
I still have no hair, but I do have *fuzz* on my head.
The day after tomorrow will be my 57th birthday. There was a time last summer when I was afraid I would not live to see another birthday. I am more hopeful now, but it's still pretty much day to day. It's like, every weapon known to Modern Medicine is being fired at this disease. I'm doing everything I can. But the chances remain 50/50. So....that's how it goes for me now.
Breast cancer is not like other cancers. There is no "okay, you survived 5 years, now you can relax." Breast cancer can recur in your *bones*, in your *lungs*, in your *liver*, in your *brain*, and kill you even after 10 years....even after 20 years. There will never be a day that it isn't hanging over my head. <sick joke alert> Unless, of course, I get Alzheimer's and forget I have breast cancer!
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