“When I was first diagnosed DeNovo stage IV, I asked my oncologist what my prognosis was. He said he couldn’t tell me because he isn’t a fortune teller. But he shared the statistical average, which in 2016 was 18-36 months.
I replied, “Well that’s not going to work for me. My youngest is in the 8th grade. I have to live until he graduates high school otherwise he’ll end up with his dad who is incapable of taking care of himself much less a child who will be grieving the loss of his mother. I need 5 years.”
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Got the call from Seattle Cancer Care Alliance on Wednesday. BioNTech-Pfizer shot set for Friday morning! This is the first time that cancer has had benefits.
But vaccination ahead of my 86 year old, veteran father-in-law is wrong.
Fred Hutchinson and SCCA have put together an amazing mass vaccination process. (And yes, jabs in arms, as quickly as possible.)
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We left home a little after 7am for an 8 am blood draw. Given COVID-19 traffic, this was overkill!
It’s the first visit with my new oncologist. (Dr. Salazar moved to be near her grandchildren.) She seemed warm. She’s ordered another Dexa scan for me to take when I can get it scheduled.
Continue reading “The last Zometa treatment day”
COVID-19 may be everywhere, but my breast cancer treatments do not stop.
This week is number five of my six scheduled Zometa treatments (over three years).
Zoledronic acid, member of a class of medications called bisphosphonates, is used to prevent or treat osteoporosis. Breast cancer patients who are taking aromatase inhibitors (which decrease estrogen levels) are at increased risk of bone loss.
But first I have to test negative for SARS-CoV-2.
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We attended a marvelous party overlooking Seattle. Bummed that the weather nixed the Space Needle fireworks. But we still had a blast!
I wore a small shaped bra with a favorite dress that needs bumps for that V-neck. 😂 No prosthetic, just the filled-with-air cups. Two years ago I would not have dreamed I’d be comfortable enough to ever wear this dress again.
Continue reading “Happy new year!”