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The doctors told me I’d be dead by now
But I’m getting better
End of April I had brain surgery. They removed a lemon sized tumor from my brain. Then they scheduled radiation. They also informed me I had lung cancer. According to my surgeon, my survival time based on the size of the tumor and the fact that the cancer had already spread to other parts of my body was measured in months, if not weeks.
He estimated I’d have 3 months to live, but I could theoretically live for up to 6 months. That is what he told me was statistically true based on the types of cancer I had.
A few weeks ago, I noticed that my breast cancer was back, and, given that it’s inflammatory breast cancer, a very aggressive form of cancer, the prognosis is not good.
Yet… it’s been 3 months since my surgery.
And I’m not only still alive, I am getting better.
The photo above is me playing with my dog at a park about 3 weeks ago. I used a rollator because I couldn’t walk without assistance, particularly in an outdoor setting where the ground is uneven (or wet) and where there aren’t any walls to lean on or railings to grab onto. The wonderful thing about the rollator — it encourages me to exercise because, if I get “too far”, I can always sit and take a break. Plus there is a storage area under the seat so I…
