It’s cancer. A fourth cancer/recurrence, in less than four years.
The good news is there are treatments left to try, and I see a top oncologist at a nationally-recognized cancer center. We’ve already decided to start endocrine therapy (also known as hormone therapy, which blocks my body from using the little estrogen it makes now and blocks my fat cells from converting androgen to estrogen (estrogen feeds my cancer)). My oncologists are working to get me into a clinical trial of another drug as well.
We start treatment next Thursday. It won’t be debilitating, but it will be difficult. The informed consent pages for the trial list 16 pages of possible side effects.
I need to be strong for this fight, and get stronger despite the new treatment. Please do leave comments, but please, please don’t pity me. I’ll lose it. And I don’t have time to lose it. I have work to do.
Today I had planned to tell you all about why I care so much about providing lymphedema sleeves to other cancer patients who can’t afford them. I’m not sure I can hold it together long enough to do so, so would you please go read the story at Laundry for Six, Minky (Moo), and Smiling Mama? Not Ever Still or C. Mom? PunditMom? MamaLaw? Wrecklamation? mod*mom? I Can’t Complain Any More Than Usual? Crossposts at Jodifur, Wife and Mommy, and My Life As It Is? A story at BlogHer, even?
Whoa. I had meant to add a link or two — and look what my friends have done. Look. What. My. Friends. Have. Done. They have given me the most amazing gift — they’re helping my fellow survivors, ones who don’t have a blog and don’t have a voice, amplified. And in doing so selflessly, they’re helping me.