It seems that my life has been broken down into small chunks of time since the whole cancer diagnosis. At first it was 'I'll just get through the diagnosing, and once I know, for sure, it will be better...' and then it was, 'Okay, I'll just get through the chemo and it will be better...' and now it is 'I'll just get through the radiation, and it will be better...' The next thing will be tamoxifen, so today, I was reading up on tamoxifen. The side effects are pretty sobering, but it reduces the incidence of metastic breast disease by 60%, they say. I clicked on a link and read about metastic breast disease. It tells me that I have a 25-33% chance of ending up with metastic breast disease, which is not considered curable. The average life expectancy is 2 years.
Liz walked by my office door at that moment and asked how it was going. "I just scared myself," I said, and told her that I'd just read about metastic breast cancer. "Don't even go there," she said. "Do not read those things." She then goes on to tell me that she has metastic breast cancer. She has been in remission for about 5 years now.
I'm pretty practical, but still, sometimes, things threaten to overwhelm me. It never ceases to amaze me how it works. I'm never far from an encouraging word. I resolve to work harder to be an encouraging word to others.