Cancerversary

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!

Discombobulation

Yeah, I know I'm using 'discombobulated' too much. But it's one of my favourite words and it describes how I feel, having recently gone from being an apparently healthy bunny to receiving a diagnosis of breast cancer with spread to my lungs. Actually 'mightily pissed off and frightened' sums it up too but that doesn't sound as good.

My second favourite word is espalier but that doesn't fit into my current situation at all. Unless there's some vile treatment (on top of all the other vile sounding cancer treatments) which involves being pegged out flat against a garden wall. I'll let you know if this turns out to be the case.

So the master plan is for me to use this blog to update people on how things are going with me - that way people can find out for themselves as and when they please, rather than have me send moany emails. Acutally a select few will still be receiving the moany emails. So maybe it would be more truthful to say that this blog will just give me another outlet to whinge. Of course it may be that I quickly lose interest in posting (or feel too grotty to bother). Who knows? I bet the anticipation is killing you.