GAGWTA!

Pretty cold here too - the coldest weather we've had yet this year. Brrrrrr!!
I have added Shelly, Evelyn, Rhonda and my friend Didia to our list.
Merry, I must have missed the puppy thread, will go back to read it since I love the dog threads.

Hope you can find homes for them. Congratulations on those normal mammograms, it is such a nice feeling.
Susan, interesting about the dilemma of radiation. I think in any of these things they try to balance the risk of the treatment with the likelihood of recurrence. Radiation itself has risks, so the feeling would be - why subject yourself to those risks if the likelihood of recurrence is so small without it? I don't know what side your cancer is on but if it's the left side, even more so. When they radiate, as much as it's improved over the years, there is still a portion of your lung which gets the radiation (with the right side) and the heart and lung (with the left side) which comes with its own risk. It's also a good point about radiating if there is a recurrence, but also more to think about if the radiation could prevent a recurrence in the first place.

These decisions are never easy. Perhaps a second opinion would make you feel better?
This has come up not only with radiation and chemo, but in the type of surgery that's chosen. I recall reading somewhere a big explanation of how back in the 50's, 60's and 70's just about everyone with BC had a radical mastectomy with all lymph nodes removed. They later realized that this was overkill, and that depending on the situation, such drastic measures weren't needed, and many of these women had their quality of life affected in a major way when their arms on the affected side became HUGE and often useless. I think that's part of how they began to look at doing only what is necessary in BC therapy. Good luck with your decision making, sounds like you've got a good handle on it.
Ann, completely know what you mean. I saw my surgeon yesterday and she just leaves me - oh, I don't know - "unfilfilled", LOL, for lack of a better term. She came in, shook my hand, talked about the weather, examined me, shook my hand again and was off. Now granted, I was late for my appt

(my mother took a spill on the ice just as I was leaving), but this is the way all my appts go. She ended by saying "how about I see you in a year?" and I said I'd prefer 6 months so she said fine, chuckled, and walked out.

Surgeons, you gotta love em.
