Our decision

Well, we've made our decision. I told Tim and Kati that I realize this decision basically rests with me, but I couldn't make it myself. I needed my family to help me by giving me their input and desire. As I said before, Kati decided 80% isn't acceptable. So, needless to say, she wants me to have the chemo. Tim and I were undecided until Friday.

I called my onco to see where I fall in the intermediate range. If it's closer to low or closer to high. We felt that would help us with our decision. I found out my number in the Oncotype test is 25. 1-18 is low, 18-31 is intermediate, and 31 and above is high. That really helped. Not. 25 falls almost perfectly in the middle. Except for it's 1 unit closer to high.

So, I called Tim to tell him what my number is and as we talked we made our decision. We realized the thought of it reappearing in the next 10 years was frightening. Especially since it can come back in a different organ. We also realized our first grandbaby would be less than 10 years old if it happened. Not to mention I will probably have another 1 or 2 by then. The thought of something even worse happening that could possibly kill me and I have to leave not only my husband and children, but grandchildren as well pushed it over the edge.

I absolutely cannot wait until Avalyn arrives. That baby has no idea how much she is loved already. Her grandma and grandpa are positively giddy with excitement.

So, with all of the variables involved, we decided I needed to do everything in my power to survive. If it does reappear in the next 10 years I can safely say I did what I could. I will have no guilt and I won't be kicking myself.

Tim said when you really look at the grand scheme of things, worrying about the side effects is stupid. He didn't like the word stupid, but it really fits. Is being fatigued and possibly losing my hair really worth risking the beast coming back to haunt me in a few years? No, it's not. And, unfortunately, it wouldn't be the breast beast. I could handle that. I don't want to even think about it getting to my brain.

I'm calling my onco in the morning to give him our decision. He wants to start treatment in the next two weeks. So, I'll be having surgery to implant my port and then start chemo very quickly.