Had to get my bloodwork done at the hospital today. There were 9 people ahead of me even though I was there shortly after they opened.

I met a woman there that also has MBC but more advanced and a different strain than mine. She was given 24 months about 8 months ago. She’s doing chemo and it’s shrunk her tumours so she’s thinking she may beat the 24 months. We decided one of the WORST things about this disease is not ever really knowing how long you truly have. It’s all a guess.

We compared side effects and how they affect our lives and though we are on different medications, it’s all pretty much the same. We talked about being human pincushions and the buzz words people say to us (brave, strong, you can beat this!) and how it was nice to talk to someone who gets it. She’s upset she won’t get to do her bucket list because of COVID although she did get a puppy 🙂

We got really sad together and we laughed together and for 30 short minutes I felt understood without fear of scaring someone or making them think of my death or theirs. I’m would like to think she felt the same way. I really hope she beats the 24 months.