Sound's Like...

I was officially diagnosed on November 27, 2002. This just happened to be my 27th birthday. It was also just 7 weeks after my marriage to my husband Cary. He means everything to me. I could, and will (one day,) write a post about him. (If you're reading this, I love you Coffee Bean!)

My new Oncologist: Dr. Lisa Law, M.D. Her new patient was a 27-year-old female with multiple liver and lung masses. Stage IV (metastatic) adenocarcinoma (cancer of an unknown primary). Come again? Ad-duh-no-carcinoma. I couldn't remember how to pronounce my cancer for the longest time. Then started to use the old method, sounds like "I don't no carcinoma." Adenocarcinoma. Just like that I was able to pronounce and define my diagnoses. At the time I also didn't understand "Unknown Primary." My personal definition of unknown primary is that it's a bastard cancer. It has a place to grow and eat but where the hell did it originally come from?

For the last three weeks I have been blessed with a vacation from treatment. It's been nice. I was able to accomplish quite a bit of gardening : ) Unfortunately, I must resume treatment again today. After re-reading this post I can tell that I'm definitely feeling a little pissed off and depressed right now. That just comes with the territory. That's just one of the many side-effects of chemotherapy...there are quite a few others, both physically and mentally, but that's a different post for a different day.

BYE, BYE