The last two days have been quiet. I'm still mostly in bed, but I read a lot which I wasn't able to do last week when the pain level was so high. I'm beginning to notice slight changes from day to day. Today I woke up to prepare my own breakfast again and I was less wobbly when I moved through the house. I seem to have found a reasonable balance between the various meds so that I get the maximum pain relief. I had no idea, when I met with the radiation oncologist last October, that the aftermath would be the most debilitating treatment I've had thus far. The ultimate worst!
On 01.02.02, I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer. Too late for surgery, I had chemotherapy, which failed. In May the chemotherapy was changed and I was soon in remission which was celebrated and welcome and lasted nine years - until October 2011. There was progression in 2011 so more treatment was indicated and I am now back in partial remission. But I'm not only a cancer patient - I also enjoy my family, walk my dogs and am learning to draw and paint. Life is good!