Medically, things are clipping right along. I'm still doing herceptin once every three weeks. I've had an array of side effect (headaches, rashes, full body aches, chills, sore throat, and tiredness) but nothing that slows me down too much. I do occasionally get frustrated and wonder when/if I will ever feel "good" again, but I know that this too will pass. I will be done with my infusions (herceptin) in early April. I just had another MUGA heart scan this month, and everything came back excellent! It was actually the best reading I've had yet, so herceptin doesn't appear to be messing with my heart.
As far as reconstruction, I am down to only needing one more expansion (next week!) and then I call my plastic surgeon down at Mayo for instructions as to what happens next. My understanding is that there will be a few months waiting period (to allow tissue to fully expand and stabilize) and then I will have the implant surgery.
I visit with a nurse practitioner from oncology once a month. She checks my blood work, my incisions, chest wall, axilla, heart and lungs. So far, everything has been excellent!
Spiritually, I have come to the conclusion that the simpler I can make my faith and let God take care of the big stuff, the more freedom I feel. After ending chemotherapy (the bad nasty stuff), I went through a rough time where I dreaded cancer returning. My odds of getting cancer two years ago was ~ .2%, but I managed to get cancer. Now, as a survivor, my odds of having a recurrence are anywhere in the range of 7-20%. Not very comforting, at all. I was trying to have faith in these odds, in the medical field, in my doctors, but I still felt defeated and incredibly discouraged and felt like I was just waiting for my world to be rocked apart again. Then God showed me I was putting my faith in the wrong place. He assured me that no matter what happens in the future, He is big enough, He loves me, and He is good all the time. And no matter what happens, if I keep my faith in Him, my world will not be rocked apart. I could be diagnosed with a recurrence tomorrow and He is still big enough, He still loves me, and He is still good ALL the time.
Emotionally, I've been trying to process why our society (myself included) is so adverse to feeling any discomfort. We try so hard to avoid tough situations or mask our pain. Isn't it through feeling discomfort that we learn some of the best lessons? Isn't tough situations where most of our growth and maturation occurs? It has been a rough year emotionally, physically and spiritually, but I'm trying to learn to embrace the good times with the bad, and realize that both are a part of life and make up our stories. Life is really worth living and feeling... all of it!
