A Port in any Storm

04-07-2020 In spite of the Stage one diagnosis, the tumor size, (1.9mm, and the size that moves it into another stage is 2mm), along with the HER+ status, will still require chemotherapy, but a lesser dose, so less side-effects, but once a week for 12 weeks, rather than every 3 weeks. I’ll take that for sure. I’ll still be receiving Herceptin at the same time for the HER+, and that will continue for a year, and once the chemo stops, they will add in Perjeta, which will continue with the Herceptin every three weeks for a year. In addition, I’ll also be taking a pill to stop the hormones, but that’s the easy part. I have to write all of this, as boring as it is, to keep it straight in my head. I never knew how many things evolve and revolve around each other in the world of breast cancer. In addition, I will be having a port put in, since I bruise so easily, and I can’t image having an IV put in every week, and not looking like I’m going through intense physical abuse! That should happen in the next couple of weeks with a start date for chemo on the 21st. Dr. Batra (Oncologist), whom, I spoke with today, felt confident this will all put any remaining “Fred” seeds to their death, so there it is, and that’s the program. Once the chemo is completed, I will then start radiation, and I have a video consultation set up tomorrow to get the rundown on all those timelines, etc., so that will be the final after surgery treatment and hopefully, be cancer free in the next year, and with a really good survival rate of well over 98%. I’ll take that as well. I’ll take it (a poem) A diagnose is only good with a prognosis. And even with a bad one, there is hope In each remaining breath. My breaths will continue on for a time. I’ll take it.