I haven't posted on my blog since the first of the month, but boy did I pick a BIG day to log back in and write something.
Today is day 1,000!
That is one thousand days of kicking cancer's ass, in case you haven't been paying attention.
This morning I had a checkup with Dr H (my oncologist). Other than being fat, I'm doing well. (Seriously, the one thing he commented on is my weight..... ha ha) My labs were good, tumor marker was 8 which is the lowest it's been ever and my white & red blood cell counts were normal. Yay! Basically a "Good job, see you in 6 months."
I like those kinds of appointments.
The one thing that has changed for me is going back to Tamoxifen has made a world of difference in how I'm feeling. I tried two of the aromatase inhibitors that are supposedly better for post-menopausal women. But after five months of insomnia, debilitating joint pain and fatigue and even hair loss, I said enough is enough. Dr H approved me going back to Tamoxifen, the devil I know, and things are so much better. I can't say I feel normal, but feeling bad with Tamoxifen is nothing like feeling bad with Arimidex. Everyone is different though, because some ladies I know say the opposite!
Since my genetic testing was positive for BRCA2, I will have to be on some kind of hormone therapy for 10 years, which is most often Tamoxifen. So I just switched back a few years earlier than scheduled, that's all.
Celebrate life, people.
One thousand days ago I began the fight for my life, and despite a few (ha ha) extra pounds, some missing body parts and lots of scars, almost three years later I am happy and healthy and trying to live life to the fullest every single day.