The National Cancer Institute's current published five-year survival rate for stage IV endometrial adenocarcinoma is an abissmal 15%. I'm one year in, hoping to be the enigma, because it was one year ago today, during my hysterectomy, that my cancer diagnosis was confirmed.
Oh, I moan and complain about fatigue and pain and doctors and itchy wigs and disappearing eyebrows...but I'm still very much here, thumbing my nose at that 15%.
I've still got a ways to go...at least this one more round of chemo I'll be starting soon.
In the meantime, I celebrate the easy days and the hard ones, lunch out with a friend, being able to attend my sons' spring band concert. I'm thankful for all the family and friends that have brought a dinner or run an errand or entertained my kids for a weekend. I'm grateful for those of you who have sent notes of support and encouragement and jokes and stories that made me laugh out loud.
I might be living a life with cancer...but I do so knowing I'm so lucky to be sharing the ride with all you wonderful people.
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