A Scare and then Not

Well, I was at my family doctor’s for the annual checkup a couple of weeks ago. She found a couple of suspicious lumps on the right side when she did the breast check.

I was sent off to the radiology lab for a mammogram and ultrasound. Good news, despite the scare, for there was nothing found to worry about.

The doctor erred on the side of caution and I can’t fault her for that.

I renewed the Armidex (anastozole) the other day by recorded phone message. Got a call back from the pharmacy – Dr. K, my oncologist, had set me to no longer require the medication as of February 2019.

So – it has been five years. All is well, and I am grateful for the medical care that I have received over the years.

I hope that I will not have occasion to post here again!

Take care, my readers, and best wishes to any who are going through treatment!


Life Goes On….


Photo by Jonatan Pie on Unsplash

I am back. This was a busy week again, as I sorted my late husband’s clothes and donated them to the Salvation Army. I didn’t cry.

The clothing will, I hope, go to those who need it. Warm shirts, pants and even socks.

There is always something to do, it seems while handling the estate. We were not wealthy by any means, but there is a lot of paperwork and phone calls to be made, in order to change names on accounts and that sort of thing.

My son and his wife, my sister-in-law, my sister, and even the financial consultant’s office admin have been supportive. I couldn’t ask for more.

If you take anything away from this, it is to always Be Prepared. Have a will in place, have a power of attorney and have a Personal Directive, all up to date. It may cost something to have these done, but believe me, it makes things so much easier for those left behind.




When It Is Your Time….

My husband often said, when we learned of someone’s death, that “When it’s your time, it’s your time.”

I have been grieving for the last couple of weeks, but I am, at the same time, thankful for the care he received in hospice and the way he passed, in his sleep.

He is no longer suffering in pain, as he had done all those months when we believed the family doctor, that is was just a “bad shoulder.”

I have hope that others may read his story here, and be most vigilant in procuring real help from doctors, should a pain be severe, with no explanation of its intensity.

Take care my friends.

I had the mammogram and ultrasound on August 18th and hope that all is well.

It is ironic that my worry and my husband’s over the breast cancer I have had was paramount. We never dreamed that it would be he who passed away first.

Hug your loved ones and make amends with those who are estranged. You just never know…..

And It Happened So Fast:(

My husband passed away last Friday, the 11th of August. He was put into hospital the Thursday the week before, and moved to hospice on Monday the 7th.

The diagnosis was painful to hear at the consultation with the oncologist. The cancer had spread from the left lung into the right shoulder, wrapping around the rib cage, into the lymph nodes and the blood. Then it moved into the spine. A piece of the tumor broke off and caused him to lose the use of his legs.

We are all still in shock over this, as it was so unexpected. We were so sure the shoulder pain was indicative of the need for joint/shoulder replacement but the family doctor missed it. All those months when my husband was in pain, and no further tests were done.

I am never going back to that doctor.




And So It Goes

My husband took an unexpected turn for the worse the other day. He became very weak and now needs a walker to get around the house.

He is coughing a lot although cough medicine will help.

He has an appointment for a consultation on August 3rd, and I hope he will be alright until then.

We have lawyers working on a new will, personal directive and enduring power of attorney at the moment. I hope he will be alright until the papers are signed.

Don’t leave these things until the last minute as we have done!


Cancer, Again

No, I have no symptoms, and I am still due to have my now annual mammogram in August.

In June, I learned that my husband has lung cancer which has spread to his shoulder.

He is currently undergoing radiation treatments. The pain was bad, and the doctor thought it was a “bad shoulder” as he has previous injuries to it, a torn rotator cuff, etc.

But that was not the only thing. A CT Scan revealed a tumor.

Going forward, he will have a total of ten radiation treatments, and then he meets with an oncologist for consult on August 3.

I am devastated.


I Hope I Won’t See You Again!

The shoulder xrays were okay. In fact, the family doctor said I have a very good shoulder compared to many my age. (I am 63). It feels better and is getting better all the time. So not cancer. Whew!


Yesterday I had a one o’clock appointment with my oncologist. We were told to arrive 20 minutes early, because of the lack of parking. A new cancer center is being built on the land next to the existing building, in the place of the parking lot. We had to park a long way from the cancer center doors.

It is winter and the walk was a bit chilly. Arrived early, of course, and since we are moving next month, I decided to change my address with the center. That killed a few minutes, as it meant an elevator ride back up to the main reception area and then back down again.

We waited to about a half hour past the appointment time. The nurse called me at last. As always, she checked my weight and took my blood pressure and heart rate measurements. Then she left, with a cheery “The doctor will be with you shortly.”

Waited. Waited some more. At last, at two o’clock the same nurse popped her head in to say that the doctor had got involved in a serious discussion, and would be in soon. She apologized and closed the door. Ten minutes went by, then fifteen.

Finally, the oncologist came in. She said that my August mammogram was fine and that she would turn me over to my family doctor from now on. She asked if I had any questions. I did not. I couldn’t think of anything.

Then she shook my hand, and said, “I hope that I don’t see you again!” And she laughed. So did I.

That done, she left the room and I put on my hat and coat and gloves and we left the building.

What a nice Christmas present.

I will continue to receive my anastrozole (Armidex) from the cancer center pharmacy, at no charge. It will be my family doctor who prescribes it rather than the oncologist.

I will have annual mammograms, so the next one will be in August 2017.

I can concentrate on the holidays, and on getting moved to our new home in January.

I suppose I can say that my journey through breast cancer is done. It is over. A tiny voice whispers in my ear, “For a while. Don’t be too hopeful.” I will ignore that voice. It is time to celebrate love and life and laughter.  And good health.

I have read over my posts since the cancer was first discovered. I think that cancer has changed me, and that it changes everyone it touches. In my case, I believe that I have come to maturity, not just in years, but in my attitude toward life. It is important for me to do things rather than have feelings of fear or regret.

I have hobbies and interests that keep my mind active. I am lucky to have a supportive family. I wish that for all of my readers as well.

For those of you who have been diagnosed HER2, I say that there is hope. Don’t give in to the little voice that says, “You are going to die!”

Be strong and you can get through this.