In 2001 I was told by my gynocologist that cancerous cells were present in a recent papsmear. After a year of small proceedures and tests he decided a radical hysterectomy was my only other option. Last October the cancer had returned. This time since there is nothing for the cells to attach themselves to, they are clinging to the walls of my vagina and the cancer is simply being termed gynocological cancer. In January of this year (08) I began a piggy back treatment of radiation and chemo. I am currently on round 2. My doctor feels we may need to go 2 more rounds before I will be cleared. I have a blood condition known as aplastic anemia which causes my blood to not reproduce healthy red and white cells so being dealt such a severe treatment causes my body to really take a beating. They need to proceed with great caution. Because of that, we may need to repeat treatment time and time again before all of the cancer can be eliminated. The first time all of this happened, it was very quick. Once it was determined to be serious they took action, I healed and repeatedly had check ups to make sure I was ok. This time is much different.
Gus is always there, and happy to nap anytime. He really hates the costume, but puts up with me anyway! I seldom make him because I know he only puts up with me and my strange sense of humor.
I was diagnosed with locally advanced pancreatic cancer on Dec. 27, 2007. It is non-resectable. I am a 38 year old mother of 7. I had 29 radiation treatments and weekly Gemzar treatments beginning in January and ending in March. I then had a month off of treatment. When I was first diagnosed, my tumor measured 6.0 x 5.5 cm and was wrapped around the hepatic artery and the portal vein. In March I had an MRI and my tumor had shrunk slightly. I went back on Gemzar in April and have been on a 3 weeks on, one week off schedule since then. I started having excruciating pain in June and was given another MRI.
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I am officially bleeding like a stuck pig again. Had a couple of tiny scabs on my hand, don't know how they got there, and, being a man, I picked them. Being a man, I missed my checkup, the weekly one, with my doc, to check my blood, my coumadin, all of that. Being a man, I have ignored my wife and her plaints that I get in to see him (not my wife, who is not a him, but my doc, who is a him).
Now, I have picked a couple of incidental scabs, very minor scabs, I mean, I mean, so small that I really thought they were not scabs at all, but merely simple little red spots on my hand, and they have become one, and they are bleeding through bandaids.