2,061 days ago I was diagnosed with one of the rarest, meanest, most aggresive little cancer bugs out there. 236 of those days were spent in treatment which included but was not limited to:
4 hospitals
38 CT Scans
18 MRIs
1
PET scan
232 hours of chemotherapy
825 minutes of radiation therapy
27 days and nights spent during inpatient treament
1 PICC line
1 brain and sinus surgery
1 titanium plate w/ 6 screws
44 surgical staples
32 stitches
1 surgery attempting to remove the plate (unsuccessful)
5 blood transfusions
1 plasma transfusion
1 Power of Attorney including a Living Will
Hundreds of Ensure protein shakes
Thousands of pills
Countles vials of blood drawn
and a wisdom tooth extraction
All of that, plus the thousands of prayers and well wishes that were sent my way, was what it took to get me well. Then I spent the next 1,825 days = 5 years - to
stay that way.
Even though I will have to get yearly testing done to make sure the cancer has not come back, and though my doctor said I will always stand a 50/50 chance that it could come back, I fret not. First of all, after the
gamut that I have been through - an MRI once a year is nothing. Second, I believe it is the doctor's job to give you worst case scenario. When I was diagnosed somewhere between stages 3 and 4 of a very deadly disease the doctors were preparing my
family for my death. Statistics showed 72% of people with my disease died within the first year, and the latter of the surviving ones died within the first five. But, I knew I would never fit into that statistic. Which brings me to my last point:
I am Becky Busch - I am the Rocky Balboa of circumstances. (Yes, I am really going to compare myself to one of cinema's greatest champions - its my blog) The swings keep coming, I dodge the ones I can, but I must be a slow learner
because a lot of big ones land and even knock me down, but (with wobbily little knees) I will always stand up.
2,061 days.
236 days of treatment
1,825 days in remission
OFFICIALLY
CURED!
YO! EVERYBODY...... I DID IT!!!!!! :)