Thursday, September 1, 2011

Phone Call

My amazing surgeon called tonight - on my chemotherapy-eve - to see how I was holding up. "Let's kick cancer's ass!" she said. I love having her on my team.

Surgery will be about a month after chemo ends, so sometime in late January. The extent of it depends on whether I test positive for the BRCA gene. Positive means a double mastectomy plus eventual removal of my ovaries, since the mutation is linked to increased likelihood for ovarian cancer as well.

Either way, because my tumor is slightly hormone-sensitive, I'll have to be on estrogen-suppressing medication long-term to prevent any recurrence. Side effects include early onset menopause. So I'll be a bald, possibly infertile and boob-less, post-menopausal woman at the ripe old age of 33. But I will have kicked cancer's ass, which is totally worth the trade.

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