My cousin has been battling breast cancer since 2001. In the last four years it has spread to her lungs and spine and she has exhausted all pill forms of chemotherapy and hormonal therapy available. It’s time for the “Big Gun” – infusion chemotherapy.
This news hit hard especially since she is worn out from the side effect of the previous therapies, the constant blood tests, x-rays, scans and the intrusion it all makes on trying to live a “normal” life as a woman, homeowner, mother and grandmother.
“I don’t know how long I can do this.”
“I think I’m in the check-out line.”
What do I say?