On July 6, 2012, I was diagnosed with stage III breast cancer in an emergency room at 2:30 a.m. I’ve never sat so still in order to listen to what was about to happen.
Throughout almost a year the care and complications had to be weighted out. But the love and support near and far gave me an intensified comfort that wrapped me with warmth. While going through the excruciating battle of treatments I had to deal with my existing diabetes which was 2, I am now 1 on insulin(s).
On June 3, 2013, I listened to my radiology oncologist tell me that I was not in remission, I’m cured. There were no metastatic disease and the previous tumors that were treated were not visible in a CT/bone scan.
I may have taken the word cancer out of my vocabulary too soon because I sure do feel damaged. I realize that I have to go at a much slower pace and still have to see the “head” hematology oncologist.
I’m so grateful and thankful for this day to finally come. I’m a new grandmother. I had a granddaughter born on Mother’s Day. I haven’t held her yet because of my extreme weakness, but I’m working on that!
Melanie
Nevada
Submitted 6-24-2013
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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.
