Just Another Day
Last updated: February 2023
Call me "Polly Positive"
I want to preface my story with a nickname my husband has for me. Polly Positive. I can tell you I’ve overcome some and still fighting others and I always see the light at the end of the tunnel! In August of 2005, my first husband died of an OxyContin overdose. It was prior to the knowledge we have now and it was a prescribed dose. To say my life had been hell the prior years is an understatement. That being said my two children ages 10 and 14 were strong and we persevered. In 2007 I was diagnosed with stage 3 er/pr+ bc. Chemo/rads/meds and a full-time job. I won though.
Awaiting the good news
In 2011 I met my current husband and life was perfect. My daughter became a pediatric oncology nurse and my son a musician. Sadly in June 2017, my brother was diagnosed with ALS. We are a close family and this was hard. But we had hope of new drugs and wouldn’t give up!! We held a party for the extended family and on that day I learned I was mbc her2+. I couldn’t share that with anyone. It was too much. I waited about a week and shared. I’m pretty sure my family still doesn’t quite get it. But I’m ok with that! Sadly my brother has succumbed to his illness but the blessing he is free from his physical pain eases the hurt. I have finished the chemo (the first but I’m sure not the last!) and my first round of drugs. I’m now on my second drug and awaiting the good news it is working. My daughter is getting married in May of 2020 and I plan to be there with bells on. And added bonus my own hair!
My life now
Did I mention I’m a hairstylist? When I’m chemo-bald I at least get to run my hands through hair. I currently work and although the bone pain and slight nausea at times stink it reminds me that with these drugs I have a chance. My plan is to be a success story. The “I've been NED for years girl!” And inspire others to be hopeful. Thanks for letting me share.
This is my story.
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