Rough afternoon

OHSU was pretty intense and we were definitely not prepared. The oncologist was kind, but extremely blunt. Being an oncologist must be a really difficult negative job. They always have to give me statistics. I never want them. Stage 4, and the words incurable were thrown out at us as well as timelines. Both Brent and I seem to be back at the angry why me stage. It just sucks. They will put me into menopause to give me Arimidex and the onc yesterday said that should shrink and eliminate the tumor in my lung. She said she wouldn't recommend chemo right now, but that it may be something we need down the road. Basically since it has spread we know it travelled through the bloodstream, and in the sad oncologist world they sit around and wait for it to pop up somewhere else. I am trying to look at it from a much more positive standpoint, but it's hard.

 

I am healthy & young and try to stay positive, and none of those were thrown into her statistics. They always say cancer is hard to treat because it is so individualized, and then in the next breath they throw you into a statistic with everyone else. I have to admit I absolutely hate this, but I'm ready to do whatever I can to be one of those old people with a really good story to tell.