Greetings, Ladies,
I was initially diagnosed in November 2002, treated with taxol
and carboplatin, in remission for two years, had a recurrence
this past January, treated again with taxol, and supposedly
went into remission again. In July 2005 my CA 125 was 5.4,
my cat scans were normal. This week, my CA 125 clocked in at
668 (the highest it's ever been) and the Wednesday's cat scan
shows evidence of disease in the pleura around both lungs,
down the stynum, on or in the liver, in the abdomen . . .
I belong to a support group but even the facilitator admits that
they often "dance around" the fear and the pain. I have a deep
faith, but I don't waltz into utter assurance that my prayers will
be answered as I wish. Many pray earnestly and die. Many do
all that they can think to do, consultations, alternative
treatments, and they do not continue living. It is just this lack
of control that has me reeling right now, so please forgive me
if I blaze into your midst with all this angst. There just has to
be someplace where I can be completely honest about what I'm
going through . . .
I have been blessed these past three years. I almost died the
first time around. A second debilitating disease immobilized
me for months. At least this time I'm still able to walk, to feed
myself, to hug my daughter. This time I can make some
choices about what to eat, I can cook for myself . . .
I'm going to adopt many of your nutritional advice because it
rings very, very true to me. The body needs help to fight this
beast. Now is not the time to be lazy about exercise (nor to
overdo it) or to be undisciplined about eating a healthy diet.
What has me absolutely befuddled, however, is the selection of
a chemical agent. Out of the half dozen women in my support
group who are getting treatment right now, each of them are
on something different! It seems as if there is no way to know
what will work for you except by trial and error, and that takes
time, and time is something of a precious commodity when the
little farts get aggressive with their take-over plans. I
recommended an assay test when I had the first recurrence but
there was not enough "tumor" available to test. I'll bet there is
now, so I'll recommend that again . . .
If anyone knows of some standard by which their doc chose
one chem over another, I am all ears . . .
I think this is where prayer counts heaviest in my case: first,
may I find the strength to take good care of myself with rest,
good food, and practiced calm; and secondly, may God guide
my care providers to the right instrument of healing.
My daughter is only ten. I'm a single mother. I want so badly
to see her off to college. And besides that, life is so very
precious, the world for all its woe is so very beautiful . . . I'm
not ready to die, not nearly . . .
Thank you for being patient with me. Please forgive me for
being so raw here. We can't call it courage if we never admit
being afraid, huh?