It’s amazing at the speed that everything happens once the diagnosis of metastatic breast cancer has been given.  Words like “no cure” and “try to prolong your life” are still ringing in my ears.  Funny really.  You do your research on Google, you think you have all the answers, you’ve read that there isn’t a cure but it still hits like a punch to the gut when your oncologist says the words out loud to you.

I saw him on the 12th and he started me on another aromatase inhibitor.  I’m also the lucky recipient of a monthly IV to try and help strengthen my bones.  Had that on the 13th.  Best way to describe it is like a mini dose of chemo 😦 I was only down and out for 5 days, the first 2 with fever and nausea.  My sister, once again, has become my advocate and my appointment buddy and my friend is once again looking after me on those retched days when I can’t do for myself.  Fatigue and I have become well-aquainted again.

I’m scheduled for 5 rounds of radiation starting the 29th.

My insurance has approved another drug he wants me on.  I wonder what little gems of side-effects it will be hiding…

I’m still not sure what I think or how I feel about all this beyond the fact that it all sucks and I’m tired of needing a cane to walk and I’m tired of being in pain. All. The. Time.