I moved to Georgia in 2008, previously I lived in Florida working in the medical field since 1981. When I moved to my new home I decided to go back to work to meet people. I was 58 years old at the time. I ended up getting a job for a large Pulmonary Group of Doctors. I was diagnosed simply by luck. My office purchased a Cat Scan machine and the Tech was learning a new technic on calcium scoring. I offered myself for her to practice on.
It was during that scan that I was found to have a cancerous mass in my upper left chest, Dec 8, 2010. I was told by one of the Doctor's I worked closely with. He was gentle and very concerned, I on the other hand just thought it was surreal and saw his lips but still had not heard the word CANCER. I knew I was sick but I knew that I would get better and the fight began. By Dec. 14th I was staged with Stage 3B Non Small Cell Lung Cancer. I was seen by my Oncologist and my Thoracic Surgeon and was scheduled for Surgery Jan 4, 2011 for a insertion of a port. I was scheduled to start my chemo on Jan. 5th 2011. On April 23, 2011 I had a left upper lobectomy performed. Back to some more heavy chemo. The second week after I started on my first round of chemo I was beginning to lose chunks of hair. I still did not give Cancer a fighting chance. I told everyone and myself this is me I belong to me not to cancer and I will beat this. I wanted to give up a number of times, I had severe reactions to the chemo and was in and out the hospital a few times. I finally ended chemo 4 rounds early as I could take no more. One year later my CT is clean and the port was just removed last week after 2 clean CT's.
So why am I depressed?? I ask myself that alot but understand that I am always wondering will it return. I am reading alot now about depression after being a suvivor and its normal.
So just want to say Hi to everyone and share my story. I am new I just joined today. I wish everyone who is diagnosed with a form of any disease to just hang in and fight for your "me"