Wow... what a whirlwind this last month has been. Let me start at the VERY beginning... when I was pregnant with my son Eli, I felt this lump in my breast. I showed it to my OB/GYN right away, and she said that it just seemed like a blocked milk duct, nothing more. Soooo, it lingered. Fast forward to my yearly checkup 18 months later, the lump was still there. I showed it to her again, and she sent me in for a mammogram and ultrasound. That was February 11, 2011.
The mammo/ultrasound both came back consistent with malignancy. I was then sent to a surgeon to get a biopsy. Yep, it was cancer. But low grade cells, which spread really slow... or so we thought. He sent me for a PET scan just to be on the safe side... the scan came back showing cancerous spots on my pelvis, spine, chin... damn. Mets. So no surgery for me, straight to an oncologist to start treatment.
Oncologist sent me to get an MRI of my brain just in case, thankfully that at least was negative. So on the 7th of March, when I should have been out at Mardi Gras celebrations, I had a port implanted and got my first chemo treatment. So far it hasn't been too bad, just tired and feeling kinda weak, but prolly cause this is the most meds I've EVER taken by far!!
Oh and why the title "Fighting Molly" you might ask? Well my DH and I have decided that maybe this is our girl (we have 2 boys, 1 and 2 yrs old). It's kind of a pain in the butt, changes with hormones (since ER/PR+), and doesn't do what you think it should. Molly is what we would've named our kid if either boy woulda been a girl. Lol. Just a little humor in a non-funny situation.
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