It’s official. I met the Oncologist yesterday morning and was told that my greatest chance of survival comes with chemotherapy AND possibly radiation.
Again, like the decision whether to have reconstruction, getting treatment would be my choice, since theoretically, the surgery was successful and I should now be cancer free. But apparently, they’ve established that I had intelligent cancer cells (any surprise there?) that figured out how to travel. In the event that there are residual microscopic rogue cells that may have already traveled, we have to worry about if and where they will take up residence and it raises my risk of re-occurrence. Chemotherapy reduces that risk by up to 35%.
Thumbing my nose at statistics like that seems unwise.So I expect that, by the end of this nightmare, my metamorphosis into Homer Simpson will be complete. BVD’s aside, I’ll be getting 8 treatments 3 weeks apart over the course of 6 months at Chandler Regional Hospital, and will begin treatment in a few weeks.
If those cells were really smart, they never would have messed with me in the first place.