Four years of MBC

In my head July 19, 2019 was the day I got the stage 4 diagnosis.  Turns out it was actually July 18. No matter. The 19th was the first full day living with this reality. 

It’s been four years. Probably closer to 5 given misdiagnosis.

I’m on my second line of treatment. For that I’m extremely grateful. 

Is my life what I thought it would be at 54 years old? Absolutely not. Is my life good? Absolutely!

I’m a planner and have always had a Plan A, Plan B, and Plan C. Never was stage 4 cancer in the plan, but alas, here it is. 

Don’t get me wrong, the whole thing sucks. There is no silver lining. There are no lessons learned. I didn’t get some grand awakening that made me appreciate my life more. Me and my family just had to pivot and find a new path forward. 

I’m on my second treatment line of medication. That means that I was taking medication that stopped working and had to switch to new meds. Cancer is crafty and can figure how to outsmart the medication. 

Fortunately, science is amazing and research is literally life saving.

If you have the means please consider supporting my fundraising for more research into MBC treatments. Even if I am not able to benefit, those who, unfortunately, come after me will.

https://donate.metavivor.org/fundraiser/4523169