When my husband was in the military and would go on his six month deployments, people would be all "Oh, you're so strong, I don't know how you do it, blahblah compassionate noisescakes." The thing is, there is no choice. You put your head down and grind it out and one day you wake up and your life is back to normal.
In December 2007, they found a mass in my rectum. This is My Cancer Deployment.
33yo, primiparous, non-smoking, hypothyroid (dx 12.07), 8+ year pescatarian 1st diagnosed with rectal cancer via colonoscopy on 11.30.07. Despite very low CEA levels (1.0), dx confirmed 12.04.07 via biopsy. Tumor determined to be stage IIIb (T3/N1), 6-7cm from anal verge on 12.11.07 via world's most unpleasant ultrasound.
33 tx of chemorads (3,000mg Xeloda/d), pathology following LAR found no signs of adenoma or carcinoma AND none of the 11 nodes taken out were positive. FUCK YEAH.
Most recently, completed last of 8 treatments of FOLFOX on 8.16.08 and had ostomy reversal 9.5.08.
The General Order of Things
- 11/30: colonoscopy - 12/21: laproscopic ovary transposition - 12/26: 6 weeks/33 treatments of chemoradiation (last day 2/8) - 3/13: pre-op work-up and CTVP - 3/25: TRUS - 3/28: surgery (LAR) - 4/10: post-op appointment - 4/11: CT scan - 4/14: drain placement - 4/24: port placement - 4/24: 4+ months/8 chemo treatments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 - 9/4: CT scan, appts with both onc and surgeon - 9/5: ostomy takedown - commence bowel retraining - port gets taken out at some point...
Once goal of normal pooping is achieved (which may be further in the distance than any of us might think), join us in Iceland or Bermuda somewhere totally kewl for my FUCK CANCER Party
I was 33 years old when I was diagnosed with stage III rectal cancer. Shitting blood is no joke. If it's happening to you, get checked. Believe me when I tell you that treatment for cancer is much more difficult, painful, and at times humiliating than a colonoscopy.