Another 3 weeks has passed and it's time to head east again for another round of treatment for Christin. This time I managed to get some video of our travel and inside the treatment center. This has become pretty routine for us now, but it's all worth it to keep her here with us. #Herceptin #Chemotherapy #Perjeta #InflammatoryBreastCancer #nolumpstillcancer #IBC #roadtrip
As summer drew to a close, so did chemo. Again. This time the champagne and bubble-blowing were replaced by anxiety. We all had the same questions. Was the second blend of chemo effective? Sustainable? I began to pick up on a discord between my two doctors...the surgeon would not operate if my response was not complete. She held firm that the oncologist would need to find something else to try. The oncologist was in favor of a more aggressive approach to surgery. If the cance
In the weeks between chemo ending and surgery scheduled (last June), I worried about All The Small Things. How would my clothes look? How many weeks before I could lift my baby? Cuddle my daughters? Would I be in pain? Would I be in A LOT of pain? The thought that I might hear that terrifying word, inoperable, never crossed my mind. After the 18 weeks of Taxotere and Carboplatin, I had a PET scan. My lymph nodes were clear of cancer, there were merely traces in the breast tis
If childbirth was intimidating, chemotherapy was terrifying. I received treatment at Cancer Care Northwest, in Spokane. My imaging had generated some confusion among the doctors and radiologists. While the rest of the body was clear, the opposite (left) breast lit up with energy on the PET scan. This would normally be an indication of cancer cells. But since I was still producing milk, there was no way to determine if this was cancer or lactation. They settled on a diagnosis
I should have realized it was too quiet. What a textbook mistake as the mom of a toddler. The side effects of my ongoing cancer treatment include fatigue and irritability (here's looking at You, Menopause!). Unwelcome guests when you're raising three young children. Most of the time I think I manage these pretty well. But some days it catches up to me. It feels like I have nothing left. Emotionally, it's really hard for me to be in a body that lacks the strength it once had.