I found out rather quickly that I got in the clinical trial I wanted. I start on the 14th of July. There are a bunch of details to deal with, forms to sign, tests to be done (minor noninvasive tests), basically I will resign myself over to science and become a lab rat, a small price to pay for hopefully some success. This is the second clinical trail I will have been on since diagnosis. I’ll get all the details on the 14th about what I have to do and what is going to be done to me, but this is what I know:
In May I spent a wonderful weekend with some friends from college who came out to Colorado for a visit. We had a little reunion on Friday night and spent the rest of the weekend in the mountains. It was very therapeutic to spend time with my dear friends, and then I got a facial…. Read more
I firmly believe I’m feeling the side effect of fatigue as a result of the drugs I’m on. I am really wiped out at the end of the day. Could be the “getting up at 5:30 to workout” thing, or the “full time family and full time job” thing, or the “staying up until 10:30 to get things done” thing….but I like to blame it on the drugs. I blame everything on the drugs: pimples, forgetfulness, weight gain, bad outfits, Starbucks addiction, global warming, etc. Read more
So you might recall I had a scan in October, the results of which lead to a lumpectomy on Halloween. Got rid of the tumor, went on a new drug – marked on my calendar as “Shot in the Ass” every month – and was told to come back in January for another scan.
I remember it was an afternoon appointment on a Monday in October / ”Buy a Pink Hammer Month”. I hurried to get there from work in heavy rush hour traffic. Josh was meeting me there. I don’t remember the exact point of the visit, but I do remember sitting in the examination room waiting to see the nurse and casually scrolling through Facebook on my phone. Then I saw the post…
A very sweet video that brought tears to my eyes and remineded me how tough it was to go through chemo. I forget the uncomfortableness of the medicine and the days spent in bed recovering from each dose – but what I remember is summoning the courage to go on with daily life. This video reminds me of that courage and how importnat friends and family are and the support they provide (continue to provide:)
I don’t want to spoil it, but when it came time for me to go through this part of chemo it was really hard. And Josh knew that, and this is what he did for me.
I’m often asked if I’ve changed my diet at all since diagnosis, and the answer is yes, but not in any way that would surprise you. I’ve been eating less meat, drinking less alcohol and I stay away from soy. Read more
I meant to post this one back in October during “Buy a Pink Hammer Month” but was too busy traveling for work and trying to find pink nails to go with the pink hammers.
What have I done? I thought to myself after I got my hair done. It had nothing to do with my hair though. It started out as a simple haircut and color. But I guess the fumes from the chemicals made me delirious enough to agree to be in a lingerie fashion show fundraiser for breast cancer.
I meant to post this a while back. I came across this New York Times Magazine article not long after I was diagnosed as metastatic. It was tough to read then, but is a easier now, nearly nine months later. Read more
My last scan was in October. Another nuclear medicine PET CT full body scan. Everything was very similar to my prior scan in July, except the results. Mostly good news, the stuff in the lungs seems to be fading or staying the same or at least moving in the right direction. But, there was one hot spot in my right lymph node armpit area that didn’t seem to be responding to the oophorectomy. The recommendation was to remove it, and I didn’t argue with that. Read more