My body became resilient to my medication this May, and grew a new tumor on my lung. Since then, for three months now, the tumor is busy growing, and I am busy coughing and checking my handkerchief, hoping to avoid any blood drops on it, since that would complicate things.
Between biopsies, medical analyzes, and medical travels that regard the start of 3rd line medical treatment procedures of my cancer, I’m doing my best to maintain my balance, my happy state of mind and every moment I fail doing so, I find I wasted important time of my lifetime.
Sometimes I succeed, sometimes I do not. When I do not succeed, I double upset. I’m mad at myself because I was upset and scattered some good moments of enjoyment, just by being upset.
Few agree with me when I say that I feel spoiled by fate in this context.
But I am, because although some things have gone wrong, in the end we have received the confirmation of a new chance for life.
On Aug. the 7th, I’m flying to Vienna, where on August the 8th I will receive my new treatment: Brigatinib.
I am so looking forward!