I am finally in a position to check in here again after a while! Mentally I have been all over the place ever since Olaparib had stopped working (after only 8 months) in January. I have since been on Enhertu (luckily I am in Scotland where Enhertu has been approved by NHS Scotland), have had 2 scans since and it seems to be doing its job: hepatic stability including some reduction and reduction in lymph nodes. It is just what I need, I have had such inconsistent scans and Enhertu is my 5th line of treatment in 2.5 years. Feels like I am riding in the last chance saloon, hoping Enhertu gives me a few more positive scans.
Make no mistake, Enhertu is brutal in its own right, and I have been suffering with side effects left, right & centre, including gastro/digestive issues, hair thinning, my vision is deteriorating (everything seems out of focus), steroids made me put on weight (have gone up a dress size which shouldn’t really matter but it fucking does), and my steroid moon face comes to the fore in the first week after treatment.
BUT… I am willing to put up with all of the above in order to prolong my life as longs as possible. I have been feeling like most of you here, in terms of older people in waiting rooms and in general, I just want to shove them aside and tell them they have had their time and have brought up their children, while I won’t see my son reach 18 (which will make him an orphan - for those who are new here my DH died 2.5 years ago from glioblastoma - brain tumour). There is this deep seated resentment towards anyone old (including my own mum who is 89) which keeps on lingering no matter what.
i sobbed when I heard about @RedRosesPinkLilies and others whom this wretched disease caught up with in my absence, it just brings back home the inevitable conclusion. And that is brutal. I also got so, so upset over the death of Sophie Busson, I have been following her Instagram account as she had been diagnosed with secondary BC at the same time as me, also had liver mets like me, she was so much younger than me, and her 1st line of treatment had worked for so much longer than mine (same hormone based treatment). And all of a sudden she had deteriorated so much, her liver had failed, and she entered hospice care. Died a week ago after 2 months in hospice. Brings back the reality of how quickly things can flip over. I don’t know if I will ever find peace with the fact that I will eventually come to the end of the line as well. I feel I will be totally undignified and will be scrambling for anything and everything to save me, rather than say just finish me off.
@Enigma53 How are things at the moment? I have been relating to your thoughts a lot, just didn’t have the energy mentally to put them all down here until now. Sending love and mental strength to all of you here.