I can honestly say that this last month have been very difficult. So many people commend me on my optimism and good attitude, but I have just been having a hard time feeling that way this last month. Words can not express the fear and frustration of knowing that I now have cancer in my brain. It's bad enough that I have cancer, but before I held out hope that having cancer metastasized to your bones couldn't kill you, and my lung lesion has stayed tiny, so I thought I was sitting pretty. It really threw me for a loop to know that I have a brain tumor, and brain tumors kill. So scary, so depressing, so difficult to deal with. I have been trying to find my happy place, and just can't quite seem to get there. I guess the stress and side effects of doing chemo again, plus the brain radiation with all that pain and discomfort, I am just trying to get back up off my butt and start walking this road one baby step at a time again. I am not superwoman. I am not happy and brave all the time. I cry. A lot. I still have faith, I just need to refocus it, and start acting on it.
As far as prognosis goes, and I am sure you are all wondering, we asked my oncologist, and he said that he thinks I should be here at least another year, and hopefully 2-3 more years. On one hand that sounds like a short time, but I can do a lot of living in that time. And who knows..... Maybe in a year or two there WILL be other treatments that can even extend my life longer.
My chemo treatments are already starting to kick my butt. My mouth has the most awful taste in it, and nothing tastes good. I have neuropathy beginning in my hands and feet already. As of now it is just the numbness and tingling, but I have the fun stinging shooting pain to look forward to. My hair is already starting to fall out. I had a big chunk of hair fall out last night. I think it was from the radiation dose as well as the chemo. So in the middle of the night, I am chopping at my hair trying to cover the bald spot in the back. Sheesh.
It is really frustrating when the treatments make you feel sicker than the actual disease.
Sorry to be such a downer. Just trying to keep it real, and let you all know that I am not perfect at having this cancer. I struggle, and fear, and doubt, and get mad, and occasionally I even let the words, "Why do I have to do this again??????" escape from my mouth.