It is with very mixed feelings that I "celebrate" this anniversary. On one hand, I have defied Dr.Google - typing in "liver mets prognosis" didn't do much for my peace of mind in the early days. On the other, I have learned that I am NOT a good patient and when Docetaxol finally taught me what being sick really means, I tended to self pity and took it out on those who love me most. I am so fortunate that their love and support has never wavered.
I have learned through this and other forums that the progress and treatment of this disease is as individual as the many of us who must face it; there are many tales of women living well for a long time, with many treatment options available. I am determined to remain one of them.
So I try not to be depressed by mere statistics, and am enjoying my current period of stability and relatively easy treatment. All in a glorious Melbourne summer! (Don't hear that often?)
But it is that time again, and I am waiting on scan results. It is this uncertainty about the future that is so hard. Where will the roller coaster sweep me next? Cross fingers for me please...... Pam