Been living with cancer for four months now.
It’s weird. I don’t talk about it much because my prognosis is excellent and it doesn’t have much impact on my life.
When I got the biopsy results, it was terrifying. But then... nothing. No real medical concerns. Everything is ok.
It’s weird. I don’t talk about it much because my prognosis is excellent and it doesn’t have much impact on my life.
When I got the biopsy results, it was terrifying. But then... nothing. No real medical concerns. Everything is ok.
My docs say I have a better than 99% survival rate without treatment, that something else will kill me before my cancer does.
I’ll need annual biopsies for the rest of my life. Just to make sure.
But that’s about it. The story of big bad cancer in my life.
I’ll need annual biopsies for the rest of my life. Just to make sure.
But that’s about it. The story of big bad cancer in my life.
In fact, when I got the diagnosis, at first I kept it to myself.
I know *real* cancer survivors— people who were worried about not making it and anxiously fear the disease’s return.
Having a ‘mild case of cancer’ didn’t feel like I had joined their club.
I know *real* cancer survivors— people who were worried about not making it and anxiously fear the disease’s return.
Having a ‘mild case of cancer’ didn’t feel like I had joined their club.
So yeah, I have cancer, and I’ll probably die WITH cancer, but the odds of my dying FROM cancer are practically nil.
My doc thinks it’s unlikely that my cancer will even have much impact on my overall health.
Even after four months to adjust to that idea, it seems weird.
My doc thinks it’s unlikely that my cancer will even have much impact on my overall health.
Even after four months to adjust to that idea, it seems weird.
@threadreaderapp please #unroll and thank you.
