I discovered a new lump in my pectoral muscle this April, about 4 years after having first had breast cancer. Three lots of surgery later and while there is no more tumour, the breeast cancer cells are lurking at a vascular level. So it’s chemotherapy plus Herceptin. I am one of the lucky 20% of breast cancer sufferers who can have Herceptin as I am HER2 positive. Not a good thing to be as it means an aggressive cancer, but at least Herceptin gives more hope of survival.
I have just had my first chemotherapy, Paclitaxel, with Herceptin and there are five more to go. I have just had the bad news that my white blood cell count is not high enough for the next one, sio I will have ot wait for a week. The good news is that I get to enjoy my husband’s birthday, the bad news is that I have to have yet another blood test. I always end up feeling like a pin cushion after the numerous efforts to get blood out of me.
This all means that the whole treatment is likely to take longer than hoped for. The normal gap between treatments is three weeks, but I am onto four already. I am still off work, Warwick Business School is having to manage without me as I don’t really feel able to come back to work at the moment. This is the first time in my life I have rested and I am enjoying the space to read and relax, when I am not recovering from the effects of the chemotherapy.
It has been a hard few months with all the surgery and uncertainty about treatment, but with the decision to give me chemotherapy, life is certainly less fraught.