Trish here. I have been checking out the site from time to time, but haven’t yet had a chance to post a comment. I’ve gone back to work full time, except every second Wednesday of course.
I see there a more and more people coping with this disease. And some are having unreal results after a little chemo. Yay, there is so much hope.

I had a scan last December, again, all is well, had a reduction overall of 11%, at this rate I might damn well live forever. I wish I could get well without the chemo, it’s so tiresome, it’s been 25 months now. Knowing it keeps you alive is the only reason you tolerate that regular shot of poison. I’d much rather have a shot of poison called scotch. Ahh, thems the breaks.

I’m still on Irinotecan & 5fu, still got my hair though, it’s not even falling out now, my hairdresser said I have so much new growth, she said my hair is healthier than it was 2 years ago, except it’s really grey now. Thank God for hair colour.

I noticed that 5 questions were asked about discussing cancer with others. This is how I dealt with it.

When I found out I had cancer, I looked at the Doctor like, yeh right, I think you made a mistake. I cried, I drove home bawling my eyes out, then delivered the news to my husband.
I told everybody, I also told everybody not to worry, that it was just another challenge, I’d beaten every other obstacle in my life, I just got sent a bigger one. I also let everybody know that I would have the exact diagnosis within a week.

I got the diagnosis, 6 months, get your stuff in order. No treatment was offered.

I had to go and see my Mum so that I could support her while I delivered the outcome. I had to keep in contact with my interstate friend for 3 days until she stopped crying. My husband tried to organize overseas trips and events for my daughter and myself so that she would have some great memories of our time together, she was 14 at the time. She didn’t want to know about it, and she did not believe that it was happening. I was very frank when I told everybody, I told them that I was happy with my lot in life, and when they come to see me, I don’t want to see tears, I just want happy. There was no-one that I did not tell that knew me.

I keep on fighting now because I really believe that if I stick with it long enough, something’s going to come my way.
95% of the time I am happy. 5% of the time I get down and I can’t sleep. I’ll be sitting in the dark thinking about Me, feeling sorry for myself and say to myself “I’ve got Cancer”. Thank God that 5% passes over quickly. You’ve got to have a few tears sometimes though.

Good on everybody else coping and surviving the Chemo & Cancer. One day, I’m certain, something wonderful will happen, just hang in there.

LOL Trish XOX