Well, as most of you already know from Facebook, my trip to the oncologist, whom I really liked, went really well. She went over the pathology of my tumor, noting that my cancer cells were reasonably well behaved, in that there was no evidence that they were trying to go anywhere else. She pointed out that I was very clearly hormone receptor positive, which means that taking Tamoxifen for 5 years should be really effective at preventing recurrence. She went over my oncotype score, pointing out that while my score was firmly in the low category, that alone wasn’t conclusive information. And then, most importantly, she said that given ALL of the information she had, she did not think that I would benefit from chemo. I was so happy that I had been referred to such a smart cookie. She said that if I felt strongly about mentally needing to feel like I had done EVERYTHING to try to prevent recurrence, she wouldn’t try to talk me out of chemo, but that she didn’t think it was necessary and wasn’t recommending it. At which point I stopped listening to everything else she said. And then I told her that because she gave me the news I wanted, I liked her very much, and would be happy to come back to see her any time (or in 3 months, as she then recommended). As an aside, she also complimented me and Jon on our comedic timing throughout the appointment. Did I mention how smart she was and that I really liked her?
I am of course very happy about the news that I won’t need chemo, and feel like I could now sleep for several days. Of course the DC overachiever in me wonders whether I can still legitimately call myself a cancer warrior if I don’t have to go through chemo, but then I remind myself that I have some pretty good scars, and that I earned my title.
So now I’m going to go and watch some mindless tv. But first, thank you so much for all of your thoughts, prayers, good wishes, funny emails, and facebook posts. I am so appreciative of all the support I have received so far. Hopefully you won’t ditch me now that I don’t need chemo. Although I did receive the best possible news today, and although I feel grateful that throughout this ordeal, the news I have received thus far, other than the diagnosis itself, has largely been good, I know that I will still need the continued support of my family and friends as I move ahead. I might be able to survive with fewer baked goods, but I think it’s still too early to tell for sure.
And I guess now I’ll have to figure out what else to write about in my blog. I’m not sure how many posts I can get from the side effects of tamoxifen, although the mood swing and hot flash stories could be fun.
Suggestions for other blog topics are always welcome.
Night night, everyone.