I just want to say YOU GO GIRL!!! Pancreatic cancer is very much a part of my life. You see I lost my sister to it in June of 2013. I was with her when she received the God awful diagnosis. I was the one she asked “what’s going to happen to me”. She had just turned 70, I was 54. She was my rock, the person I could most confide in, and I was the same to her. She died within weeks of her diagnosis and was buried on July 8, 2013. She waited too long, it was too late to even attempt treatment. The cancer had metastasized to many other places. Fast forward, September of 2016. I receive a phone call from my brother with the news he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He begins the fight for his life; chemo treatments and hospital stays. The cancer was stronger than him; everything the doctors tried made him sicker and sicker; severe hyponatremia requiring IV’s and more hospital stays. He entered into home hospice in June of 2017 and died exactly 5 years to the day that we buried my sister-July 8, 2017. Am I scared? I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about it from time to time. After all, the odds of having 2 siblings with that “crappy” diagnosis makes it more likely for me and/or my other brother to fall prey to it. I am encouraged and inspired by you; don’t back down-face that monster head on and keep on keeping on! You rock!!!!!!!!!!
DW
I just want to say YOU GO GIRL!!! Pancreatic cancer is very much a part of my life. You see I lost my sister to it in June of 2013. I was with her when she received the God awful diagnosis. I was the one she asked “what’s going to happen to me”. She had just turned 70, I was 54. She was my rock, the person I could most confide in, and I was the same to her. She died within weeks of her diagnosis and was buried on July 8, 2013. She waited too long, it was too late to even attempt treatment. The cancer had metastasized to many other places. Fast forward, September of 2016. I receive a phone call from my brother with the news he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He begins the fight for his life; chemo treatments and hospital stays. The cancer was stronger than him; everything the doctors tried made him sicker and sicker; severe hyponatremia requiring IV’s and more hospital stays. He entered into home hospice in June of 2017 and died exactly 5 years to the day that we buried my sister-July 8, 2017. Am I scared? I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about it from time to time. After all, the odds of having 2 siblings with that “crappy” diagnosis makes it more likely for me and/or my other brother to fall prey to it. I am encouraged and inspired by you; don’t back down-face that monster head on and keep on keeping on! You rock!!!!!!!!!!
DW