And I am still here to make this post. My survivor years have now gone up to 11 years and 7 years. Unfortunately, it was also 7 years last week since I lost my Mitchell.
I'm concerned with my onc because it seems he's pulling back treatment. I have only one week of Arimidex left. He has ordered a colonoscopy and a visit with the brain surgeon before May. If, when they're done, the port isn't needed by either of them, he wants it out. I don't want it out but, since it has shifted, it's somewhat bothersome.
I think I will still have my yearly tests but I feel rather strange with the mother ship letting me drift out on my own. He thinks it's time to concentrate on the diabetes and weight reduction. Maybe it's time to establish some type of a life for myself.
NEVER believe the statistics.
Love to all, Jo-Ann
A good friend will bail you out of jail...
but a true friend will be sitting
next to you saying,
"Dâmn... that was fun!".