Hi. Just like the title said, I am new to this. I have always concidered myself blessed that no one close to me has suffered. I knew it had to do with the fact that growing up in foster care, I never really had anyone close. A few years ago, I found all of my family on facebook, including my father. We talked a lot, got closer, but never truely "father/daughter" close. This January, on my birthday, I got the fateful message that my father was hospitalized with throat cancer. My whole world came crashing down. Within the couple of months since then, a lot has happened.
Hello everyone my name is Kathy and I am the daughter of a cancer survivor. My mother was only 39 years old when she was told she had breat cancer. This was over 21 years ago. But I am telling you my story because of the new information we recieved from her cardiolgist about this drug. She was not informed of all the possible side efforts at the time. It was still in a trail period when she was adivse to take this drug for she chemo treatment. She was taking a double dose once a month for 6 months.
I am writing to express my hurt and anger when my mother passed away the end of February of this year. I keep going over and over in my head what happened and how quickly it happened. I'm angry because I went with my mother to visit 12 different doctors these last couple of years and no one could pin mark why she was experiencing so much pain in her left leg. She had left knee replacement and for a while she was fine.
It has been almost 10 months since I was diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer, that the Doctor seemed to think was going to kill me almost immediately. I have not had surgery, chemotherapy, or radiation for this. I know the reason I am still alive is the Lord! Whatever has happened and will happen is in God's capable hands! Thank you Lord for all You do!
The day my life changed was the day I realized I could leave my daughter to grow up by herself. I was not afraid to die. I was devastated to leave her. From the day I was told I had liver cancer, I felt like I existed in a cloud through my treatment. Many tests, blood work, then chemo embolization. Recovery, dealing with not being at work. Trying to get my life in order should I not survive. Nothing like feeling that your in a cloud. The best thing that could happen to me was to have people care for me.
My husband is 75 and has advanced prostate cancer. We've been married almost 38 years, and it took him 30 of those years to kill any love I had for him. That's a very long story that doesn't need to be rehashed here. Suffice it to say that I don't love him. I don't even like him anymore. Now he has cancer and I'm stuck being his primary caregiver.