I was called while Christmas shopping in December 2015 and told that I had cancer. In some ways I knew it long before I heard the words. I went into automatic denial. It took me 3 months to accept it and then to find a surgeon I could trust. We developed a plan.
February 3, 2016, I had my 1st surgery and port placement. I went back a week later for follow-up. My surgeon came in doing the happy dance. I was cancer free, or so they thought. The report told a different story. So back to the OR I went.
I started my first chemo in March. By April, the port had gotten infected, and I went into cardiac arrest. I spent 5 days in the ICU and had a new port placed. I started chemo again in May, along with 28 days of radiation.
On April 13, 2017, I completed my chemo. I call myself in remission, as I am not sure this demon ever goes away. But I get up each morning, breathe, go to work and love my family. So all is right in my world!!
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.