Next Thursday I turn sixty. That day I also start chemotherapy. I do not mind turning 60. I was depressed about turning 50, but there's been a lot to like about the past decade. Ironically I think my first bout of cancer (and other hardships not really mine to mention) had a lot to do with my positive change in attitude and philosophy.
After initial waffling about the evidence for and against chemotherapy in my case, the concensus of three Mayo breast oncologists was that it should be done -- or at least started. They were in agreement that my local oncologist proposes a good combination of drugs in light of nasty reactions to the cocktail I endured in 2007. They also concur with his plan for 18 weekly doses. One of the three drugs given during that time is herceptin, and only the herceptin (which I found to be innocuous enough four years ago) will then continue through 34 additional weeks.
Of course it was good to hear that everyone agreed on the treatment plan, though it wasn't exactly the verdict I'd hoped for.
There was a great deal of discussion about mortality statistics. Greg and I decided there's no point in dwelling on expectations, as anything is possible. Let's just say I no longer fear the possibility of dementia in my 80s. And there's nothing like the threat of death to take the edge off anything life throws my way -- and possibly even increase my delight in the little things that have a tendency, as you know, to make me laugh TOO LOUD.
(No, not balancing a cup and saucer on my head, just being weighed and measured.)
Friday, June 3, 2011
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Thank you for the update. We have been waiting to hear how everything went. Sounds like you have the best plan in place for success.
ReplyDeleteWe like the balancing a cup and saucer story better and that is what we are going to stick with. In fact, we can imagine you doing just that in the middle of Mayo.
We love hearing your laugh that often flows from your backyard into ours... looking forward to hearing more of that as you begin this journey. Laughter may really be our best medicine.
Peace and Love to you, Mary.
Diane, Tracy and our little dogs too!
You have such a way with attitude and words. I am inspired.
ReplyDeleteI dreaded turning 45 but now, 10 years later, can't remember why.
So much I gain from having slightly older and much wiser women friends like you to learn from.
Astonishing and deep you are! Keep it up love!
Deb
I wish I had your great attitude, I aspire to be like you. While I'm in Hawaii next week I will think of you and ask myself "What would Mary do?" and try to enjoy everything I experience. I wish I could pack you in my bag and take you with me.
ReplyDeleteAlways,
Dianne
Mary -
ReplyDeleteThank you for this update. It is true, your strength is awe inspiring. I think you should change your blogspot name. . . At 60, you will no longer be 'womanofage', instead, you will be 'womanofinspiration'.
We keep praying -
Terese
Mary o Mary,
ReplyDeleteI will be with you in spirit and in person. Our sisterhood of breast cancer survivorship will not faulter. The weeks of chemotherapy will be grueling as we both know, however one day at a time and your lovely enthusiasm and attitude will prevail. I know the onc nurses will actually be looking forward to your visits as you are such a hoot. I would love to come and sit with you for some of your visits. I would also like to drive you when you would like or need a break from the routine.
love and prayers come your way daily.
Pam