Erky
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Struggling a little right now. My step-mother was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer in January of 2012. As many of you know, pancreatic cancer is among the most deadly forms of cancer out there. It's essentially a death sentence. She was given 6 months to a year to live. To make a long story short, this strong, stubborn woman didn't feel sorry for herself, not even for a single day. She made it her mission to defy all odds and beat it.
After being turned away from numerous surgeons, a surgeon from Shands Cancer Center happened to walk into her doctor's office, looking for someone just like her. He said that they would consider surgery if her chemo stopped the growth of her tumor (I suppose I should say "tumors" as she had a tumor on her pancreas and two spots on her liver). Her chemo shrank the tumor by 40%. Her doctor claims it was the strongest chemo he had given anyone, because she was strong enough to handle it. She never complained. Not once. She slowed down, but never stopped moving. Anyway, 18 months or so ago, she had the surgery. It involved a large team of surgeons and a lot of technology. It was a success. After the dust had settled, they declared her cancer free. She was instructed to get scans every 3 months in case the cancer came back. The scans have all been clear. Until now.
She went to a routine check-up, and the imaging showed the return of her cancer. She had a biopsy to verify, and it is the same kind of cancer she had before. She went back on chemo immediately (today). She doesn't feel sick. She didn't go to the doctor because she had problems. She feels 100%. The only reason they know is because these scans have been scheduled. I have to watch her go from someone who seemingly has nothing wrong back to what she becomes while fighting this terrible disease. I hate seeing her go through this. I know what's next. She's going to be sick. She's going to be unable to drink water that hasn't been heated up. She's going to lose her hair again. She's going to have neuropathy in her fingertips. She's going to be extremely sensitive to cold, so much so that touching a piece of metal that seems room temperature to you or me will be like touching ice. Her tongue will swell so that talking is difficult. She will have to wear a scarf over her mouth so that she doesn't breathe cool air, which constricts her breathing.
Sorry to be a wet blanket. My family and I are just really hurting right now.
After being turned away from numerous surgeons, a surgeon from Shands Cancer Center happened to walk into her doctor's office, looking for someone just like her. He said that they would consider surgery if her chemo stopped the growth of her tumor (I suppose I should say "tumors" as she had a tumor on her pancreas and two spots on her liver). Her chemo shrank the tumor by 40%. Her doctor claims it was the strongest chemo he had given anyone, because she was strong enough to handle it. She never complained. Not once. She slowed down, but never stopped moving. Anyway, 18 months or so ago, she had the surgery. It involved a large team of surgeons and a lot of technology. It was a success. After the dust had settled, they declared her cancer free. She was instructed to get scans every 3 months in case the cancer came back. The scans have all been clear. Until now.
She went to a routine check-up, and the imaging showed the return of her cancer. She had a biopsy to verify, and it is the same kind of cancer she had before. She went back on chemo immediately (today). She doesn't feel sick. She didn't go to the doctor because she had problems. She feels 100%. The only reason they know is because these scans have been scheduled. I have to watch her go from someone who seemingly has nothing wrong back to what she becomes while fighting this terrible disease. I hate seeing her go through this. I know what's next. She's going to be sick. She's going to be unable to drink water that hasn't been heated up. She's going to lose her hair again. She's going to have neuropathy in her fingertips. She's going to be extremely sensitive to cold, so much so that touching a piece of metal that seems room temperature to you or me will be like touching ice. Her tongue will swell so that talking is difficult. She will have to wear a scarf over her mouth so that she doesn't breathe cool air, which constricts her breathing.
Sorry to be a wet blanket. My family and I are just really hurting right now.