This is my third fight with cancer
I am hoping to beat the odds once again
I was diagnosed with inflammatory breast disease right around the time my husband and I decided to try for a baby. When the doctor gave the diagnosis, he was panicked. He wanted to rush me into surgery immediately, and follow up with chemo and radiation.
I told him to hold his horses. I needed time to process and think.
The doctor gave me 6 months to live. That was 17 years ago.
I think one reason I’ve survived so long is that I honor my own needs. At least when it comes to the important stuff.
I can be stubborn, and that can be a good thing when you’re fighting for your life. Which I am doing once again.
4 years ago the cancer came back, this time as a ductal carcinoma. So I had a mastectomy. Unfortunately, my husband chose that time to leave. But, looking back, I think it was better for me in the long term. Short term it really sucked.
However, I have an amazing support network, which I have needed the last few months.
You see, I was diagnosed with brain cancer in April. I had surgery to remove a lemon sized tumor at the end of that month. Then I had radiation to the brain because there were a few “hot spots” they wanted to take care of.
