For 1,461 days I have been knowingly LIVING with stage 4 lung cancer (who knows how long these rogue cells were growing before we found it). September 27th is my 4 year cancerversary. A day, and almost exact time, I will never forget. It was shocking, devastating, sad, maddening, scary, and anything but hopeful. So much has changed in the last four years.
I had just graduated college and was excited to start my new career in the medical field. Our plan was to get established then my husband would look into changing careers also. We had a big, beautiful house, money in savings and we were happy.
After navigating all the treatments: chemo, radiation, 4 surgeries, multiple biopsies, the many fun side effects that came along, and now my targeted drug therapy (AKA my miracle pills) things are feeling more “normal”. My husband is now the sole supporter of…
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