Remission times two
Almost four years ago (May 2013) I saw my doctor with the concern that I may have cancer. The summer that followed that visit was filled with a whirlwind of emotions as I started on the journey to save my life. It didn’t help that the local specialists were either booked or on vacation and the cancer was visibly growing. My husband went through my journey with me in such a supportive way that he would often say “We have cancer.” Little did we know at the time, that he too had cancer. It was just a mist showing up on a CT scan from 2011, but no one knew what it was, and his doctor at the time didn’t pursue a diagnosis. His cancer was diagnosed as a much slower growing variety, and he did not need chemotherapy until this January (2017). Now is the time that I can be there for my husband so that “We have cancer” is a saying that is repeated in our home. At the same time as his cancer was becoming a hard mass that needed immediate attention, I was feeling an alarming pain in my arm. I was concerned that cancer had further spread in my bones. On my last bone scan, I received a diagnosis of stage four cancer when a spot was found on my spine. My cancer doctor had not ordered a bone scan on my last checkup as he said he was afraid of what he would find. He was concerned that more chemotherapy could take away my quality of life. Then came the arm pain.