That’s how I live my life now…
…six months at a time.
What have I done to deserve such a fate?
Did I lose some strange lottery where I roll dice twice a year to determine if I live or die?
Am I a felon, where every aspect of my existence is scrutinized biennially by my parole officer?
I am a breast cancer survivor. Two-times. My first was in 2006; my second in 2015. I was 42 and 51 years old, respectively.
My family is no stranger to the “Big C!”
My sister had breast cancer twice, finally succumbing the third time at age 61 when it metastasized to her pancreas; my father died at 70 of pancreatic cancer; his mother died in her 60s of some strange blood cancer that didn’t even have a name; his brother died in his 20s of some form of Leukemia. My mom’s side of the family – healthy as horses, lived into their 90s. As of this writing, my mother is less than a month shy of her 95th birthday.
Who can say? I have not been tested for the BRCA-1 and BRCA-2 gene. My cousin (who is on my Dad’s side) developed breast cancer, despite testing negative for the BRCA gene, so how likely is it that I have the gene? I can’t know without being tested. But, at this point, both my family and I have a history of cancer, so at this point, what impact would the BRCA gene test results have on my prognosis going forward?
Where am I in the cycle?
My next “parole hearing” is in March – six months since my last reprieve. I have had a mammogram and a consult with my surgeon every six months since my first remission in March 2007. I will keep you posted!
In the meantime …
The emphasis of this blog is … Six Months at a Time. While on this blog I will give updates of my testing, the more important emphasis of this blog will be to share with you how I fill each and every additional six month period I get, because I never know when it will be my last one. I’m not trying to have a bleak outlook. For all I know, I may die peacefully in my sleep at 90, and if God wants that for me, then it is His will. But at the same time, I still have to live (not simply be alive) six months at a time until my final day comes, regardless of how or when that will be.
I hope I can inspire ALL people – whether cancer survivor or not – to enjoy every moment!