Today was one of those days when I have a few choice words for lobular breast cancer—the lack of research, lack of accurate imaging, and lack of real understanding.
Who am I kidding? I have those choice words every day.
But today is also a day when I’m profoundly grateful to be under the care of one of the most knowledgeable and compassionate oncologists practicing medicine.
Three and a half years after my metastatic diagnosis, I learned today that my third line of treatment (a clinical trial) is no longer effective. My progression was caught only because my oncologist knows and studies this disease. She read my scans herself and listened carefully to my symptoms.
I am grateful to her beyond words.
Next week, I begin my fourth line of treatment. Here’s to hoping and praying that Xeloda and I build a long and lasting friendship.
I appreciate all your good thoughts and prayers.
And here’s another shout-out: if you’re able, please consider donating to lobular breast cancer research. And…Stage IV needs more.