BeachBabe and ReneP have asked for my story, but I was in a bad mood about it and really didn't want to write. A reply from TellMeWhy really touched my heart and I decided to spill. Here goes,
I originally was diagnosed with Stage 2 aggressive invasive breast cancer in 1997. Lumpectomy, chemo, radiation, Tamoxifen - the whole 9 yards I went for 10 years with NED.
In April of 2007, I had been feeling like crap for awhile (achy and tired), went to the Dr., had tests and found that it had metastisized to my bones. It's widespread - all over my skeletal system, with a concentration in my ribs and hips. I started on Femara and Zometa immediately. These two things held me stable until last week (you realize that's TWO WHOLE YEARS!!) My doc. called that Plan A and she says she has hundreds of plans.
Now we're on Plan B which replaces Femara with Fasoladex shots once a month when I get my Zometa infusion. Good news is that Fasoladex deals with the estrogen in a different way. Doesn't shut it down, so my thin hair and dry private parts may just perk up!! Woo Hoo!
Like everyone else, I wanted Zometa to go away and take my oncologist (she rides a BROOM!) - along with the disease, but insulin doesn't go away for diabetics. so we buck up and suck up!! Recently, Zometa has proven to help prevent new tumors instead of just fixing holes left by the old tumors. I got a Bard Power Port last year. Hated it for awhile, but like it now. Since Zometa will be lifelong, and I have one good arm because of lymphnode dissection, we decided to save my veins for scans and other stuff.
I dread it every time I go and can thoroughly relate to the reply on the blog about wanting to throwing up. I WILL tell you that after 2 years of this routine, I am settling into a sense of normalcy. It doesn't take everyone this long, but I lost my mom last year to a sudden heart attack in the midst of the mahem and that hasn't helped. My husband and I are taking care of my dad and both his parents. They are in facilities, but we are the 'go to guys' who get all the midnight phone calls etc. that go along with taking care of parents.
My pain routine is 75 mg. diclofenac (big gun anti-inflammatory) twice a day. If I have breakthrough pain (I call this 'jumping the meds') I throw rapid release extra-strength tylenol on top of it - kind of a cocktail. My doc knows and approves. I have Vicodin for emergencies (which usually occur at night), but I've had a bottle of 100 since Feb. 2008 and still have 25 left. I do NOT - repeat - do NOT want to take narcotics. I want a life!! People who act like House and can't poop don't have lives - not for me!! No!
I use a heated mattress pad year round on my bed. It comforts me! I take ativan at night so I don't wake up screaming.
So there you have it!! My story in a nutshell.
Yesterday, I had a very long talk with my nurse practitioner (I like her better than Dr. Broom Rider) She gave a me a very good book called "100 Questions & Answers About Advanced and Metastatic Breast Cancer." I wondered why she hadn't given it to me sooner until I opened the book and found out it was just published!! I also bought a book called "Praying Through Cancer" which someone on the blog contributed in. It's a wonderful book. Would make a great gift for someone who is getting their first 'bad news'.
I love you girls and look forward to hearing your stories. Oh, and it's not as painful to spill as I thought it would be. I actually feel much better!!




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