lunhs cancer

So here we are. Five years. When I was diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer, the statistics said that my chances of living to see this day were less than 1%. This is a sobering anniversary; I can�t help but think of all my friends who ran out of time. People who seemed to be managing treatment so well and then .... well, we know how fast the snake can turn. Why have I been so freakishly lucky in this horribly unlucky disease? I took a stroll down memory lane to see how I wrote about this day over the past 5 years. Four . How Much Do You Want To Know About Your Cancer? (third anniversary) Cancer as Rebirth (second anniversary) That Time of Year (first anniversary) The Plural of Apocalypse (diagnosis) And when we found out it was metastatic and incurable:  The Time is Now A cancer diagnosis inevitably leads to talk of a �bucket list.� I thought about this quite a bit when first diagnosed, but there wasn�t a whole lot that I hadn�t already done. I had been fortunate enough to tra...

Thankfully my scans were much less of a roller coaster this time around. The consensus was that the brain mets are probably stable, so I can stay on the trial drug. Not quite as nice as a glowing report, but good enough. I'll take it, and I greatly appreciate that there was no drama. Boring is just fine, thank you very much. As the trial doc said, let's just try to keep stringing together months at a time until we hopefully get to a year. I know that's the drill for this metastatic life; just keep kicking the can down the road, going one step at a time, and before you know it (and if you are immensely lucky) you realize 5 years is just around the corner. So let's just keep kicking!