Eight years past diagnosis for breast cancer, I'd say that I probably am cured. So why am I still keeping a cancer blog?
There are still many ways that my brush with cancer affects my life. Since I was young--only 37.5 years old when I got breast cancer--these side effects or lingering effects are likely more intense. After all, cancer can't mess with your periods if you get it when you're done with all that. But if you're not, well, it can screw things up real good. So good that all this time later, I have issues for which there are no good answers. Because having hormone + cancer takes all the first-line, easy fixes off the table. And there really is no good plan B.
And that's just the most annoying way that cancer is still in my life on a regular basis. I won't go into the others because they don't rise to this level, so I dismiss them.
