Wow, you leave here for a little while and there's so much to catch up on!
All of your stories are so touching. I can relate to lots of things that you say. laurabelle, your story gave me a big lump in my throat, especially in describing how you were too numb to talk and your normally stoic father cried. My reaction to the news of my diagnosis was similar. I was so glad to hear "Dr God" was a nickname!! I was thinking you should have listed him on last week's Unfortunate Names thread, LOL.
Sleep was a huge problem for me last year too. My mind would race all night. Of course the chemo-induced menopause and the steroids didn't help. I'd feel like I"d drank about a dozen cups of coffee

and be up and down half the night opening and closing the window with hot flashes. Many nights I'd just get up and write but come morning I was exhausted. Luckily once I was done with chemo it became less of a problem.
Minnie, we had a very similar time line. I also found my lump in late Sept of 2003, had surgery in November, began chemo late December and finished late April, and did radiation from May to late July. I also did the dose dense chemo every two weeks too, but I did A/C together and then taxol. My oncologist told me before I started she doubted I'd be able to continue to work through the dose dense regimen. I told her I wanted to work and otherwise keep my life as normal as possible (boy was I naive

) so she said if I wanted to I could try, but she didn't want me taking care of sick patients so I temporarily went into an educational role instead.
I continued to work through the A/C but by the time I got to taxol I really couldn't - for 36 hours several days after my first dose it felt as if all my nerves had gone haywire and were misfiring all over my body. I had shooting pains everywhere - first my foot, then my head, then my back, then my leg, arm, butt, you name it. (It reminded me of that Whack the Gopher arcade game, like someone was whacking me like that all over, uugghh). I couldn't believe I felt about 90 years old just trying to walk to the bathroom. I dreaded getting the rest of the doses but luckily only the third came close to being as hard as the first for me. On the day of the last dose I got to ring the ceremonial bell three times and all my caregivers gathered around and clapped. I stood there bawling like a complete fool it was so emotional.

My chemo nurse and the NP on my team both are BC survivors, BTW , which was helpful to me.
Lisa, a special

for you. I can imagine how you must feel in speaking about your case and being afraid to make others uncomfortable. I could see myself being the same way. But it's probably the case that
any of our stories might very well make people uncomfortable. It's hard for them to relate. But any one of us could be in your shoes someday. We're here to talk about our experiences whatever they may be, and as we all know every case of breast cancer is unique and occasionally unpredictable. You can be comfortable here.

I do find your story inspirational, and am really happy you're beating the odds.
NHAnn, I'm glad you're feeling better about things.
