We all have a story to tell. We have people to thank, places we've been, endured hardships we never thought we'd recover from. Yet, here we are, surviving. At 30, I never thought I'd be where I am at in life currently, but then again...I've concluded it's good to have loose guidelines on life rather than plans. We all know life doesn't go as planned afterall.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Battle

As most of you know, I'm a two time breast cancer survivor. The first epidose was 4.5 years ago at stage 1...and the second after diligently following all recommendations with mammograms and MRI's of the breast alternating every 6 months and having blood drawn every three to 6 months occured this past April as Stage 4 that had migrated to my lungs, lymph nodes, and spine.

Well, last week I recieved word with my recent CT scan with contrast that the image looked like any would of a "normal person" Sure there were some nodules on the lungs and liver, albeit small, but I was reassured that would be the case on anyone's scan.

So yesterday I go in to see the Neurosurgeon to discuss fixing the two vertebrae that have been causing me extreme pain since the beginning in April. Well, he states that he's not comfortable with these "nodules" and not knowing if they are metastatic or not and wants a PET SCAN that uses radioactive material that is drawn to the cells with high metabolic activity to them. I'm just sad and disappointed. I was thinking I was in complete remission...out of the woods for now! Then this doubt creeps in AND another wait on getting the fractured vertebrae fixed. It surely is not the end of the world, but it still sucks!