I found out I had breast cancer on December 12, 2014, had a lumpectomy, did chemo from 1/29 to 5/22, and just finished the last of my radiation.
As far as we know, I’m cured. It’s not like they can do further testing or anything and say for certain, but my tumor was well defined, they got it out with clean margins, and nothing showed up in my lymph nodes.
Then, just for good measure (and because it’s the standard treatment for triple-negative breast cancer), I got chemo and radiation to zap any stray cells that might have gone walkabout in my body. I now have to see the doctors every month for checkups, then every three months, then six, and so on. Once I’m a few years out, they’ll feel more confident about saying, “Yes, you’re OK.” I know I’m going to worry a lot whenever I have an MRI or mammogram, but I’m trying to leave that for when it happens.
So, I’m starting to feel almost normal. I still have wicked acid reflux from the chemo, but it’s slowly improving. My boob is a little burned, but the doctor was impressed that I withstood radiation so well (I must have rolled a high constitution at birth).
I’m working towards getting my strength back. I do a little yoga. I’m working on walking up and down stairs without leaning on the railing.
I worked through the whole ordeal, taking only 3 days off during chemo. I’m totally kicking ass at work. It feels good, and was just the distraction I needed.
Thanks for all the well wishes, commiseration, practical help, and information. I figured you guys would be happy to hear I made it through!