My mother had brutal sledgehammer chemo in 1986. She was told it was the strongest known to man. She'd found a lump, had a mastectomy and was told the cancer was in her lymphatic system. She didn't even have an oncologist. She was 51. There was no radiation, no hormonal therapy, no reconstruction. She is still alive today annoying the bejesus out of me at 83, and has said the hardest medical thing in her life was her heart valve replacement last year.
My sister found multiple lumps at 45, had a mastectomy, chemo, radiation and went onto Tamoxifen. It came back and she died at 47.
There is much we understand, and much we don't. Everyone's cancer is different, our bodies are different. We all just have to do the best for ourselves, which is very individual, and hope for the best, which is universal.
I'm throwing the kitchen sink at mine. However I'm yet to start the HT. I'll get back to you...
