Tomorrow is scan day. Please cast any and all extra positive thoughts, influence and prayers this way.
Many thanks for your attention to this matter.
With Kind Regards,
The Disabled
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Just One Person Trying to Figure Out Life with Metastatic Breast Cancer
Defying advanced breast cancer on a daily basis.
Just One Person Trying to Figure Out Life with Metastatic Breast Cancer
About Me
My name is Tracy Pleva Hill and I was diagnosed with Stage IIb, triple negative breast cancer at the age of 32 in 2000. Ten months after completing chemotherapy in early 2001, I discovered that my disease had progressed to Stage IV. I have since spent seven years being infused with chemotherapeutics to manage my disease.
I have a beloved, beleaguered, adored husband who valiantly remains my most insistent supporter despite all the challenges and hardship breast cancer has brought us. (“In sickness and in health” – who saw this coming?) I also have an nine-year-old son who has never known me as anyone but a person living with cancer. So, I love my husband, raise my son, work full-time and run my home. Only, there is always the cancer.
I have a hard time remembering what I was like before breast cancer horned in on my unremarkable but happy life. It shapes me in unfamiliar ways. Living with Stage IV (advanced) breast cancer elevates the game. It means knowing that your cancer is never going to leave you and that you are going to be on some form of medication for as long as your body can withstand it or until the cancer overwhelms it.
I intend to make this f-ing disease work for every little bit it tries to take from me.
I have a beloved, beleaguered, adored husband who valiantly remains my most insistent supporter despite all the challenges and hardship breast cancer has brought us. (“In sickness and in health” – who saw this coming?) I also have an nine-year-old son who has never known me as anyone but a person living with cancer. So, I love my husband, raise my son, work full-time and run my home. Only, there is always the cancer.
I have a hard time remembering what I was like before breast cancer horned in on my unremarkable but happy life. It shapes me in unfamiliar ways. Living with Stage IV (advanced) breast cancer elevates the game. It means knowing that your cancer is never going to leave you and that you are going to be on some form of medication for as long as your body can withstand it or until the cancer overwhelms it.
I intend to make this f-ing disease work for every little bit it tries to take from me.
3 comments:
These old arms can still cast pretty far, and all the prayers and positive thoughts are heading from the 'natti to Joisey. L'Y,AJ
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo
love, love, love
Jamie beat me to the punch.
Nam-myoho-renge-kyo
Nam-myoho-renge-kyo
Nam-myoho-renge-kyo
Or, as Mark would say:
Meka-leka-hiney-ho!!!
xo L
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