I was diagnosed with Stage1 breast cancer on May 29, 2008. My surgeon gave me my options and I did not think twice about what to do. A mastectomy was what I choose. I was schedule for surgery. That part was easy, I thought. When I left the office, I had a long drive home. That's when it hit me. Breast Cancer, I can died. Than a calm came over me. Everything will be alright, that's what I said to myself. When I told my children, I cried. I waited a week before the surgery to tell my brothers and sisters. We all cried than. They also told me every thing will be alright. I told my pastor and some of my church family.
I have been diagnosed with Sarcoma and it's one thing to have it but then the Dr's all say a very Highly compressed type they have really never seen! and I had a tumor 9x3&1/2,x4&1/2cm. Yes Centimeters! About the size of a brain. I noticed a lump in my leg, thigh, about a year ago and went to my PA. He told me it’s a fatty tissue tumor and don’t bother so I didn’t. Then about 4 months ago it was larger and it was bothering me when I would sit and even a little when I walked so I went to him and said I think we should take a better look. He submitted it to be paid for by our great medical care (Medi-cal) and they deigned it because he put it down as a fatty tumor and they don’t pay for stuff like that instead of him first taking a core biopsy And finding out just what it was because HEY.
My husband(32) was diagnosed with NHL Burkitts/burkitts-like B stage3-4. Aug 28th 2008 Does anyone have any idea what this is or experienced this type? there's very little info and we are scared to death!!
These two beautiful ladies are my mother and my sister who we lost to breast cancer that mastastisized. That does not mean they did not have wonderfully meaningful years between and during treatments, they did. My mom lived 28 years from her first dx and my sister lived twelve. I consider them to be beacons of light in my life and I am ever so grateful the Lord made us a family. My mom was a firecracker, quickest wit I have ever come upon. She was also very caring and giving of herself, a wonderful mother and friend, in a nutshell she was one heck of a gal. Now my sister was blessed with the gift to entertain; she was the best cook I have ever known, a great business woman and my dear friend. She too was giving of herself which I am sure she learned from watching our mom.
My parents would describe me as different and so would my friends and yeah they are completely right.
At 20 mnths I was diagnosed with Wilm's tumor for the 1st time. I don't remember much but I've been told it was really tough on me and my family. I remember a train that they would put my IV on and let me ride around on.
Now as I made my way up to my 2nd diagnosis I would ask questions about why I had a scar on my stomach. I never quite understood much except for the fact that it was because I had my right kidney removed at age 2. I used to hate wearing a bathing suit at like 10 and 11. I got alot of awkward stares and stuff.
Well as most of yal know on May 22, 2008 my world got completely turned upside down. I can remember it like it was yesterday; it all started about the first weekend in May my mouth broke out with sores everywhere ulcers that would just bleed if I was talking to someone (I was getting freaked out) so I went to see my dentist and he gave me some mouth wash and said this will be the cure rinse my mouth out 5 times a day and then do it for week. Well a week had passed and it was still the same, then I was complaining to my boyfriend that I was swelling up everyone I was getting fat; and of course, being the man that loves me, honey you look gorgeous; even more beautiful than the day I met you!! It was bike week now at myrtle beach and anyone that knows me knows that I always go to bike week, because I love competition’s and I’m good so I always leave the beach after bike week with at least a thousand dollars. So there was no way I was going to miss it, lol, that’s me being stubborn Danielle. Well it was the Thursday of the second week of bike week now it being May 15, 2008; that night after hanging out with my friends I realized that my right ankle was pitch black and even my toes where black and blue, well I just blew it off as I must have run into something. Well now it’s May 16, 2008 and this morning I was so extremely tired I felt like I hadn’t slept at all even though I had slept for about 10 hours, well I put my shorts on and my tank top and get ready to hop on the back of the Harley and have a little bit of fun, well as I go to get on the Harley; Kenny stops me, he was like Danielle your thigh is completely black I was like what are you talking about so I ran back in the house and was thinking what in the world have I done. What is going on with me? I started to get a little nervous. May 17, 2008 I wake up, and I look and feel as if I have been beat to death with a baseball bat, and I thought a had goobers (I know that sounds funny) stuck in my throat so I went into the bathroom and started to cough and spit into the toilet and it was pitch black blood, I was scared. I screamed to Kenny to come look, he told me to open my mouth he wanted to see how my ulcers where knowing myself they want any better; he said, Danielle the roof of your mouth is pitch black with dried blood. We where looking at my legs at all the bruises there was probably 30 all down my legs and arms. Kenny was begging me to go home but it was bike week I wanted to stay until Sunday. Well that night was the big night at the rat hole, competitions after competitions. And I just had to go. Well there was a dance contest that everyone knows I get in every year; well if you know me good you know I love to dance and I can dance for hours and hours, it truly is a passion. Well it was my turn to dance and I was only on the stage for about 30 to 45 seconds and I blacked out and the bouncer on stage caught me, Kenny come running are you okay; I was so upset and was like please can we go. We got to the Harley and he had to help me hold on because I didn’t have any energy to hold my own-self up. I knew something was wrong now and he did too. Well it’s Sunday morning now May 18, 2008. Kenny and I go to eat well by now you can watch the bruises pop up on me everywhere. I was getting kind of scared. Well finally I call home to mom, well mom I said. I’m sick, my gums are bleeding like crazy and I have bruises tons of bruises everywhere; well mom being mom, Danielle you have to come home your at myrtle beach and I’m Dunn I can’t do anything for you there. Well I told her I felt so bad I would come home in the morning on Monday. Well I fell asleep about 8pm that night, and didn’t wake up Monday afternoon until about 3:00. I called my mom and told her I just didn’t feel well, I was going back to sleep and I’d come home first thing Tuesday morning because I didn’t think that truly I could make the drive home. I went back to sleep and sleep the rest of day and night. Well it’s Tuesday May 20, 2008; Kenny wakes me up and said, Danielle you have to go home. Your sick, and I’m scared to death for you please will you go today home to your doctor or I’m taking you to the hospital here. Well I got up and headed on home to Dunn. Well it was about 2pm and I call mom, I said mom I’m at exit 40 I don’t now if I can make it the rest of the way home, I started to cry, and I was like mom something wrong I’ve never felt this bad and just be by the phone, in case I need you. Well I kept driving windows down, and a Pepsi to drink. Of course my mother called me like 15 minutes later and kept talking to me, finally I made it to Dunn. I walk into her work; my dad and my mom look at me and are in shock. I took them into the restroom at Lanky’s; I pulled down my pants so they could see all the bruises and then I showed them my arms. My mom felt my forehead and I was burning up with fever. Mom told me I was white as a ghost and even my lips where almost white. My dad looked at me and said I need to get to a doctor fast because he had seen dead people look better than me. Let me tell you that was real assuring! Well we called my regular doctor she’s on vacation for the week, so wake med here we come! When I get to triage my fever was 103.5 and was steady going up. Next, here come the puking! Gosh you got to love that! Well finally we got back into a room, the doctor comes into see me, draws blood, looks at urine and starts an iv because I’m so dehydrated. We also got a ct scan because I was having trouble breathing and a little chest pain. Well we had waited probably about and hour or so, and the doctor comes in. He said Danielle do you have any problem with being anemic or anything. I looked at mom she said no, I looked at him and said no. Well he said Danielle your blood levels are really bad and start reading them off. Well he doesn’t know that I’m a phlebotomist and know quite a bit about blood levels. My eyes get huge, my mom is asking me Danielle what’s going on. The doctor said well Mrs. Wood; Danielle’s body is either not making blood or she is bleeding somewhere inside her body. Well the ct scan come back, no signs anywhere that I was bleeding inside, everything looked good. So we knew my body wasn’t making any blood, my hemoglobin was a 5; which is very low, they actually told us I should have been dead or at least in a coma. And my white blood count was a .06 which meant my white cells really didn’t even exist. They told mom and I that I had to go over to Wake Med Raleigh because we where at Wake Med North; they told me I had to have a blood transfusion that night. It was really funny though because my mom told the doctor well if you get her paper work together then I’ll go ahead and drive her over there. They where quick to tell her I was in critical condition and the rescue would have to take me over there. Then we knew something was really wrong with me; I looked at my ER Doctor and said, “tell me the truth what do you think is going on, what will the be checking me for”, he replied, “Danielle your body is not making any blood, and we are going to be checking you for Cancer; when you have some types of cancer the bruising and your body not making blood means leukemia a lot of times.” I didn’t think anything of it I’m D.WOOD, and I can’t have cancer. Well by the time we got to Wake Med Raleigh, they had my room and my blood waiting for me. I can’t forget the one doctor that we had about 4am Wed, May 21, 2008. He was asking all these questions and then his last one he said Danielle if you go unconscious do you want us to resuscitate you; before I could even get it out of my mouth, Kristina looks at him and says you’ll have to beat me to her, if that happens. I just laughed and smiled and said well yeah but I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. Well I slept for a little while and about 8 in the morning on that Monday, I had tons of doctors coming in, oncologist, ED surgery doctors, internal medicine doctors, Pathologist everyone. They told me I would have to get a bone marrow test done which would be testing me for leukemia. Well by now I’m puking my brains out like every thirty minutes to an hour, and I’m so exhausted that my mom, my sister, my brother-in-law, or Kenny had to hold my head up while I was puking because I didn’t have enough energy to hold my self up. It was like that the rest of the night. They come in and did the bone marrow biopsy and let me tell you that was the worst pain in my life they stuck this huge needle in my hip towards my back. And he kept pushing down on that needle and turning it because it broke off my bone then they pulled it into it a syringe. I could feel the bone break off and I thought I was about to pass out. Well of course everything happens to me, he says, “miss wood I am so sorry but I didn’t get enough of bone and I’m going to have to go in one more time. I just knew I was really going to pass out now. I don’t have a clue how I got through that without tears, because I didn’t get morphine like your suppose to before they do it because DANIELLE IS ALLERGIC TO MORPHINE. So the wait began to see if I had leukemia. I was so sick puking, aching all over my body like I had never felt before, just sick, I felt like I couldn’t go on at times. Honestly really the first two weeks where so bad, I don’t even remember it, and even some of the doctors didn’t think I’d make it this far even my family. I had everyone scared, even my-self. I remember thinking to my self Danielle you got to pull through this I know it’s hard but stay strong and just to hear voices of my company because I was so sick I couldn’t hardly open my eyes just to hear there motivation and there care, was all my strength. Well it was May 22, 2008 and it was probably about 8 or so, the doctor walked in my room turned my T.V. off, sat in the chair, crossed his legs, leaned back, and took a deep breath. I immediately started to cry I knew something bad was wrong. He took another deep breath and said, “Danielle you have leukemia.” and it’s like it echoed over and over again. Then he told us he had know idea what type of leukemia or what stage, he thought it was going to be AML Leukemia, but we would have to wait 3 weeks for the test to get back from California. I have to tell you that is the longest three weeks in your whole entire life, not knowing exactly what’s wrong with you how bad is your cancer. Just the word cancer is bad enough. He talked to us about it, and said he was going to be starting my chemo Friday May 23, 2008 and also I would be getting a Hickman in my chest so that my chemo and blood can be easily accessed, because my veins are so bad. Well Friday came, and first thing in the morning they ran me down to this surgical area. They where explaining what they where going to do cut my neck open and then cut another incision in my chest, oh but it want hurt we are going to numb you. Finally I’m laying on this table and it’s little and hard, the tell me to turn my neck to the left and just relax now let me ask yal could you relax? Probably not. They pulled out some needles BIG NEEDLES. Next, they stuck them into me and boy did that hurt it was a numbing agent but just it going in there was tough. I was watching the T.V. screen so I could watch the whole thing it was really neat but painful at the same time. By the time I got back up to the room I was puking again. Do you know how bad it hurts to be sick and your neck and chest just being cut up? It’s absolutely painful. My dad had to hold the back of my neck then someone had to grab my back and pull me up because I was hurting so bad. That night they started me on a chemo pill called ATRA; and let me tell you it gives you the worst headache, and boy did it feel like I had bugs crawling all over me, I would scratch so bad to where I had blood to the skin. Saturday May 24, 2008 has come and I’m terribly sick and swelling up huge. I look horrible and truly puking almost every 30 minutes. They had to move to a new room to do my chemo in my Hickman and in my IV’S. It’s called a negative pressure room, it’s just a more sanitary room, and I needed that because my blood count is still low and I can’t fight off any infection, so I needed an area very clean. Well I don’t even remember changing rooms if that tells you anything. Well I started my hardcore chemo on Monday May 26, 2008; I received three days of them pushing it into my Hickman along with a 23 hour drip (which the drip was for seven days straight) and then I had to take the ATRA 5 pills in the morning and 5 pills at night. So I felt like the pits for a while but the 10 thru the 14 day after chemo started where my hardest days. My stomach blew up, I had an upset stomach so bad that I was in the bathroom all night and day for 9 days straight we went through 9 rolls of toilet paper in 3 days. It was horrible there where many sleepless night during all that and that’s when I’ll tell you about my CO-SURVIVORS. As all yal know I will and I say that one more time I WILL KICK LEUKEMIA’S ASS. Not a threat just a promise. I know I’ll have my good with my bad but I’m going to be able to do this then I will be considered a LEUKEMIA SURVIVOR but the one’s that are going to be there for me when no one else is are my CO- SURVIVORS OF LEUKEMIA. That’s my family. My sister Kristina has been there for everything. She was there the day I found out, and has stuck by me brought me hats because yes ALL OF MY HAIR IS GONE. She’s bathed my butt multiple times stood by me while I was using the bathroom because I couldn’t pick my self up couldn’t bend down to pull up my pants, she set up a website to let the world know my progress. She’s been awesome to me. Next, I got my sister Monica she couldn’t come spend time with me at the hospital because my little nephew hasn’t even turned 1 yet; and then they where packing there house to move to Daytona Beach. But she called everyday to see how I was doing and boy did she send some prayers out for me, and had everyone praying for me. Then she got to come home before going to Daytona and I got to spend about 5 days with her and 3 days with my nephew and brother in law, so I ate that up!!! Also my sister got me a scrap book to make a scrapbook out of my story, my battle with Leukemia. And a bible that just reads it self to me. Next, I got my brother in law Luke who has been there just as much as Kristina almost, by the way he’s held my head many of times, to let me puke, put my flip flops on me helped me out of bed and while Kristina had me in her arms helping walk he was right behind her with all my poles. Also, he brought me a cool pink camouflage hat!! He’s been there to crack little jokes him and Kenny both just to make me smile. He’s been awesome to me, I’m so glad my sister Kristina is blessed to have him in her life! I love him just like he’s my blood, and I do Paul too!! Now, I go on to Kenny, he’s made a lot of sacrifices for me, with me being in the hospital he stayed almost every night the first week, and then he was here every weekend after that. He’s held my head, even thought he’s not to good at it, and he’s heard me ***** just cause, no reason but I guess when your upset you’re the hardest on the one you love, but I couldn’t ask for a better bf, when he met me I was going through induced menopause (yeah crazy huh?) and then I had a major surgery at the end of March and he was there for me through that and now I have leukemia and he’s been there with me every step of the way. It takes a good man to go through all that, as my parents and sisters say! I got a good one!