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I have followed this thread off and on and wanted to post, just never did. I am not a cancer survivor, but my daughter is.
Her history:
DD is 8 months pregnant with twins when her husband is set to deploy to Afghanistan for a year. She and babies live with us for 15 months (we love it!!) Son in law comes home safely (thank you God) and they have baby #3.
While breastfeeding this baby, DD finds a lump that is considered to be a blocked milk duct. Exams and ultrasound seem to confirm this. When the lump does not go away, a biopsy is done. Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. We were, as you all have been, devastated. My daughter was 25 years old.
Two years later, she has had chemo, mastectomy, radiation, more chemo and tram flap reconstruction surgery (which included a second mastectomy). She felt great and looked wonderful. Time to celebrate.
October 2009 CT scan shows "an area of concern" on her liver. Our worst fears are confirmed and she is, once again, in a battle for her life. Chemo starts immediately. On Dec 21 she has a PET scan that shows NO live cancer cells. What a Christmas miracle! Two weeks ago, she had a part of her liver removed where dead cancer cells remained.
I can not know what it is like to be the one diagnosed with cancer, but as the mom, I am scared out of my mind. I try to not do too much research on survival rates and make myself crazy, but I do know that once we entered Stage 4, the survival rate is 20%. My family and friends are rejoicing over her "cancer free" status and I am waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I have two DDs and we are extremely close. This DD takes her cues from me and as long as I tell her she will be OK, she believes it! I never let her know how scared I am. At her first diagnosis, we talked about "what if" and how her kids would be taken care if she was not here. After that, we have just made our plans and lived our lives knowing that each day really is a gift.
I do not want to talk about how scared I am to any of my family. To everyone else, I am the "rock". But, I need to tell someone and I see that you are a bunch of wonderfully supportive people here.
I want someone to tell me that she will beat the odds, and no one can.
I cannot bear the thought of losing her.
Thank you for listening and letting me say the things I can not say to anyone else.
Sal
I have followed this thread off and on and wanted to post, just never did. I am not a cancer survivor, but my daughter is.
Her history:
DD is 8 months pregnant with twins when her husband is set to deploy to Afghanistan for a year. She and babies live with us for 15 months (we love it!!) Son in law comes home safely (thank you God) and they have baby #3.
While breastfeeding this baby, DD finds a lump that is considered to be a blocked milk duct. Exams and ultrasound seem to confirm this. When the lump does not go away, a biopsy is done. Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. We were, as you all have been, devastated. My daughter was 25 years old.
Two years later, she has had chemo, mastectomy, radiation, more chemo and tram flap reconstruction surgery (which included a second mastectomy). She felt great and looked wonderful. Time to celebrate.
October 2009 CT scan shows "an area of concern" on her liver. Our worst fears are confirmed and she is, once again, in a battle for her life. Chemo starts immediately. On Dec 21 she has a PET scan that shows NO live cancer cells. What a Christmas miracle! Two weeks ago, she had a part of her liver removed where dead cancer cells remained.
I can not know what it is like to be the one diagnosed with cancer, but as the mom, I am scared out of my mind. I try to not do too much research on survival rates and make myself crazy, but I do know that once we entered Stage 4, the survival rate is 20%. My family and friends are rejoicing over her "cancer free" status and I am waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I have two DDs and we are extremely close. This DD takes her cues from me and as long as I tell her she will be OK, she believes it! I never let her know how scared I am. At her first diagnosis, we talked about "what if" and how her kids would be taken care if she was not here. After that, we have just made our plans and lived our lives knowing that each day really is a gift.
I do not want to talk about how scared I am to any of my family. To everyone else, I am the "rock". But, I need to tell someone and I see that you are a bunch of wonderfully supportive people here.
I want someone to tell me that she will beat the odds, and no one can.
I cannot bear the thought of losing her.
Thank you for listening and letting me say the things I can not say to anyone else.
Sal