Tomorrow is going to be hard. We are going to learn that my cancer has returned. The prognosis is not good and I will die from the disease.
I am prepared for this and my heart aches for my kids and Chris. I have been suffocated by fear and pain the past two weeks.
But I am not just a statistic. Each metastasis case is different. They operated. They took the tumor out of my brain and I will have radiation for any residual. We will seek whatever options we have, clinical trials, etc to give me as much time as I can with my kids and Chris, my everything.
Things don’t look good and we are terrified beyond words for our oncology appointment tomorrow. But we have to take it one step at a time. My tumor was not inoperable, they performed the surgery. I am making progress with OT and PT and each step towards a little bit of normalcy is so helpful.
I am here and will fight like hell. I will do whatever I can to give me as much time as I can. There isn’t a cure but the focus with cancer now is how long can we help prolong the lives of those living with this awful disease. Let’s hope and pray there are options to give me as much time as possible with my world, my angels, my everything.