Don’t know what round what week what day but do know it’s my 2nd to last Paclataxel!
HB 91 today which would explain why I’m feeling so wiped out. Only 3 more days of work till 2 weeks off then 3 more days of work and another 2 weeks of on our cruise!
As for Fletch I can’t believe he’s gone but looking forward to a new member of the family soon. Funny story….we’d ordered from the Murray assuming we’d drive to pick him up but turns out its the Murray River bordering NSW & VIC!
A good friend at work told me a little something I think worth sharing: the grief from loosing someone never changes, let’s say it’s the size of a basketball and all encompassing. As time moves on that basketball size grief never changes but the size of your life experiences grow therefore making the grief less all encompassing. I will never stop loving and missing Fletch, just as I have never stopped loving or missing Spencer, Mum or Nana! But as they say “Time heals” and I am convinced it’s because we are always expanding our experience.
Happy Days xx
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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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