Great news today.
After today’s session only 2 more hits of Paclataxel! Vy is letting last week’s missed session slide.
Last double chemo will be xmas eve, then I will revert to 3 weekly Hercepton starting first round on NYE. Patients already talking NYE party 10am with expresso martinis while intravenously fed vodka! Nurses are threatening a breath test prior to hook up, so we’ll have to be discreet.
Normal for my blurred vision to linger apparently after a bout of vertigo. Vy suggested it may have been a culmative effect of chemo, as has happened to another patient. HB 105 today so amazing how fast that rises when chemo stops (by skipping that week). No wonder I felt so god dam good, I didn’t know myself. Also fun fact – my complaining of hay fever all this time, can be accounted for because of no nose hair, nothing to stop the nose from dripping incessantly.
Both boys came to chemo with me this morning and when Foster walked into appointment with me, Vy asked “are you guys Asian, have I missed something?” So cute, cause she’s Malaysian.
Trina, my Hercepton partner in crime, said her hair grew back grey, then changed colour to brunette. Now that’s exciting.
Happy days xx
Published by Debra Mesecke
I was 21 and I was planning a wedding, buying a house and had a job interview for the job of my dreams on my 22nd birthday. You see I was being made redundant and had to find a new job by August. Especially with the new mortgage now. It was April. I worked for CML and my new job was a done deal. All I needed was a medical. And with that, just like that....my life was turned upside down and I was diagnosed with CML, ha ha, I know the irony. My hematologist had a laugh at that too. I had Chronic Myeloid Leukeamia, which was normally reserved for 70 year old men. Quite rare for a young adult to get, so how would they treat it? I underwent two separate trials until finally it was decided my best chance of survival (all be it only 50% chance), would be a MUD BMT (matched unrelated bone marrow transplant), now known as VUD Allograt (volunteer unrelated donor). I was told 21 years ago the chance of finding a match was 1 in 20,000 (and that is everyone was on the bone marrow donor registry). Scary odds. So being the risk taker I am I said "go for it". They found a match and that was my first miracle in this journey. The second miracle was, it worked - new blood type, two different DNA profiles and the miracle of medicine was reborn inside me. The third miracle is my son.
25 years on, I now face a new challenge. Breast Cancer. Certainly not the first person to have cancer, to have invasive ductile cancer, hormone receptive and HER2 +, or to even have a dual diagnosis. But this is not another Webiste about a cancer survivor, this is just my excuse to finally publicly write. Along the way I am hoping I can share some insights I have learnt over the years and at the same time, give you a good belly laugh.
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