Hi all,
I'm Patricia, 50 years old, living in the US (hope it's ok I'm on here!). I have been battling osteosarcoma since 2016, with multiple multiple treatments, and my cancer has kept coming back, now it is spreading and growing. The only options I have left I guess you'd call 3rd or 4th line options. We had a discussion with the medical team about quality vs quantity of life on the remaining treatments, and for me they are not worth it. I have a 5 year old (we adopted later in life), and I want to make as many memories with him as I can before I go.
Having said that, I have no idea how long I have. The doc said in June that doc's estimates are really unreliable (he is very honest with me about the limits of his knowledge), and that I could have "weeks, months, maybe a year". We have done weeks and months, so now I am aiming for a year!
I have been furious at my situation - I have NOT yet lived a long, happy life, I want more more more. And it has felt surreal - how could this be happening? At my age? To ME? And lots of other feelings. But right this minute I am hopeful about a year, and enjoying my life. We took a wonderful vacation trip with family back to where I grew up, and I so enjoyed that. I spend time with my wonderful son. And more.
So for this second I am ok, but I do tend to swing all over the place - some days are harder than others, some days death is in the front of my mind and others I tuck it back in the back. It's always back there though.
I see all the support on here and think you all are great!
Patricia
