Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Counting

March 3rd is my two-year Cancerversary!  Two years ago I got the diagnosis that has been over-shadowing my life! 

The type of cancer I had - triple negative - has a higher rate of recurrence than most other types of breast cancer.  However, it has a distinct recurrence pattern.  It is mostly likely to recurr in the first three years after diagnosis.  After three years, the recurrence rate drops dramatically.  I will feel much better once I am past that three year mark!    Of course there's no guarantee that it won't come back after three years, but the chances are greatly diminished.

So.... two down and one to go!  Let's keep counting.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Sailing Along

It's been 7 weeks since my ovaries were removed and I have recovered well.  At my post surgery visit, I told the doctor that I wasn't having the hot flashes or night sweats yet.  She said if it hasn't happened yet - it isn't going to!  For once - I'm getting a break!!!

So 2009 marks the end of all my cancer treatments.  No drugs, no more surgeries.  When I left the Women's Surgical Oncology Clinic after my oopherectomy follow up appointment, I realized I will never have a reason to go there again - hopefully.  It was weird to leave.  I have been going to that clinic annually for the last 20 years!  I found a dimple in one of my breasts when I was 27 years old (a sign of breast cancer) and have had annual mammograms and exams ever since.  Because my sister had already had breast cancer, I was considered high risk and monitored closely.  Twenty years is a long time.  Leaving the clinic felt like such a momentous occasion.  I will still have follow up appointments with the medical oncologist (the chemo doc) for a couple more years, but other than that, I am done with treatments.

I AM DONE!  Did you get that??

It has been a long 22 months. Two biopses, four surgeries, six rounds of chemo, six nights in the hospital, a positive gene mutation test, and lord knows how many hours sitting in the waiting room.  (If there is truly a place called Hell - I'm certain it looks like a UAMS waiting room!)

You try to move on and put it all behind you, but I have to admit it's hard sometimes.  I still feel anxious and worried about a recurrence.  I'm still adjusting to the permanent changes in my body.  I'm still depressed about the state of my hair.  I still mourn the loss of my real breasts.

They say your emotional recovery takes as long as your period of treatment.  Heavens!  I hope it doesn't take that long!  Well, no matter how long it takes, at least I know I'm on the road to recovery.

Let the journey begin.