Three years ago today I was diagnosed with secondary breast cancer. I believe the average life expectancy for breast cancer patients with metastases to an organ (or organs) is two to three years. So I don't know whether to be delighted or depressed. I think I'll go for the middle way and settle for my usual frame of mind - discombobulated.
We marked the occasion in the traditional way by going to an oncology appointment only to find that the results of my CT scan haven't been reported yet. To be fair this doesn't happen all that often and, in this case, we were forewarned. Anyway, I remain on tenterhooks until I go back next week sometime to hear the results and find out if the current treatment, capecitabine and lapatinib, is working or not. But just to keep me on my toes I'm also having a (planned) mammogram tomorrow so then I can add worrying about my remaining breast to the mix.
Blimey I sound glum. I'm not, honest. In fact on the way home from the hospital we sang 'Happy Cancerversary to you' in both the traditional and Stevie Wonder versions. I know how to have a good time!