The day I don't want and I do want is rapidly approaching. Thursday I get my first chemo infusion. Of course I don't want it. That's a given. But then I have to remind myself how much I really do want it. How lucky I am to have insurance and great doctors and the opportunity to heal. I just ache for those women who hear this diagnosis that turns your world upside down, and yet they have nowhere to turn.
Today I am preparing myself to be strong. And I am very grateful.
My cancer is "atypical" in the sense that the tumor was not small, and cancer was found in 5 nodes, yet my tumor only stained at a 10%, which is low. Thus I'm classified HER2 low. There is a drug called Herceptin that is given to women with more advanced stages of cancer (staining at 30% or higher) with the intention of longevity. And now they are doing this trial, giving Herceptin to women with my pathology with the hope of preventing reoccurance, "disease free survival." I got the call from my oncologist on Thursday night that I have been drawn to receive the arm of the trial that we were hoping for. So in addition to my standard of care chemo drugs, I will continue on with the other drugs for one year. And then continue to be clinically followed for 10 years. For those of you who understand and want to know my treatment specifically, it will be: