Well, here we are – almost at the end of the line. I just finished my second to last chemo infusion. One more to go. Based on every discussion with every breast person at Dana Farber, I had banked on finishing my chemo treatment in early June, enjoying a chemo and surgery free summer, going to Martha’s Vineyard for two weeks at the end of July, having one surgery (a double mastectomy and permanent reconstruction) in early August and then enjoying a (knock on wood) cancer free life for the next X number of years.
But then the Universe once again turned in my direction and laughed and laughed.
On Tuesday of last week, I learned from my oncologist and research nurse that, counter to what the oncologist, surgeon and plastic surgeon all told me, I need radiation therapy. That means, that I must have the bilateral mastectomy and a temporary implant/expander surgery first (June 21st), then undergo daily radiation for six weeks (the temporary surgery is required because the docs won’t radiate new tissue) and THEN have the permanent reconstructive surgery after that. If you haven’t been able to follow my timeline, that means that I WILL NOT have a chemo/surgery free summer with an awesome Martha’s Vineyard vacation, etc. That means my entire summer, fall and very likely winter is totally and completely hosed.
Before you say anything, let me say that I agree with what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Jeniene, regardless of your shitty summer and screwed up fall and whacked out winter, being cancer free come 2012 is the ultimate goal, right?.” Yes! I totally agree. That said, I cannot help but feel an extraordinary amount of animosity toward my entire breast cancer team. They, in no uncertain terms, suck.
Okay, I got that out.
I have the big scan on June 13th. That’s the one that will tell me if the chemotherapy did indeed do it’s job: decrease the size of the masses. It will also reveal whether there are any other masses that have cropped up over the past 70 days.
I’ll keep you posted on the results.