On April 5, 2011 I was diagnosed with stage 3 rectal cancer. I was 39 and had a four year old and a six year old at the time. I never thought I would see my babies grow up; I thought my husband would be left to raise them by himself and that my parents would bury their child.
I was entered into a clinical trial which included enough chemo to kill an elephant, radiation, surgery, and more chemo. On August 25th of this year, I will be cancer free for 2 years. When the surgeon went in, the tumor, which was classified as stage 3 and large, was barely visible. The lymph nodes, which had been enlarged, were cancer free. The treatment had brought me down to a stage 1, a miracle I think.
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