I got my monthly injection today. It's the one day a month I'm reminded that I had breast cancer. Because I do it as late on Friday as possible - I have it done in the chemo-ward. I'm taken to a treatment chair, just like any other cancer patient. On Fridays there are usually not too many patients. But today there was someone getting treatment.
I was asking one of the nurses if the cancer center takes this new insurance I'm getting and this young woman spoke up from one of the chemo chairs. She looked young and kind of hip. Sort of an artsy look. I could tell she was in for the long haul. She had a medi-port on her chest.
I asked her what kind of cancer she had. She told me breast - her second time. She was originally diagnosed seven years ago, had a recurrence four years later. I didn't want to press but it was pretty clear she had metastatic disease. Not because she looked ill. As a matter of fact she looked healthy and strong. She had all her hair, which could mean she was taking Herceptin. Metastatic patients are often treated with Herceptin to control their disease. It makes you very sick, but you don't lose your hair. Herceptin is used to treat her2 positive breast cancer. Her2 expression is very aggressive. Women who are diagnosed with breast cancer under the age of forty often have this aggressive form of the disease.
I did not.
That's not to say the cancer I had was not also aggressive, and deadly. I remember my radiation oncologist telling me how lucky I was, and how unusual it was that I had just plain old garden variety ER positive breast cancer at 38. The kind that old ladies get.
Before administering treatment, the nurses always ask our birthday before giving us any medication or procedure. I guess this is to ensure they are giving the right treatment to the right patient. I heard what her birthday was...
She's five years younger than me.
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