AllyJay
9 years agoMember
What happened to my life?
Hi to all...new member here. In August, I was newly diagnosed with scleroderma and was admitted to hospital for a range of tests to ascertain the level of internal involvement. A chest CT scan showed that I had cancer in my left breast, and then the real party started. Biopsies, mammograms. bone scans and so on and on. (You girls all know the drill, I'm sure). The end result was Stage 3 Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, which is Her receptive. I survived four cycles of The Red Devil (Doxorubicin) and Cyclophosphamide, also known as AC therapy. I clocked up a total of 56 days in hospital during this extended noghtmare, with febrile neutropenis, anaemia, rashes, severe fevers which were never explained. Tests were done for malaria, TB and heaven knows what else. My oncologist would not proceed with the next round of 12 weeks of Paclitaxol and Herceptin, until she was sure there was not hidden source of further trouble. So, there was a gap of seven weeks, with no chemo...really worried about this. However the show has now restarted, with my first treatment completed last week and my next one of just the Taxol due tomorrow. Have had joint and bone pain, but won't whisper a word about it, for fear of the brakes being reapplied or the dose reduced. After this chemo, bilateral radical mastectomies are going to happen, with no choice of radiotherapy after surgery due to my scleroderma. Another nine months of Herceptin will follow. To add to this drama, I have to inject Clexane twice a day asd I have previously been on Warfarin for fifteen years due to repeated pulmanary embolisms and DVT's. What the hell happened to my life. Five months ago, my biggest worry was what to cook for dinner.....