Chemotherapy

This is it, on 18 December 2015 I received my first chemotherapy for HER2+ breast cancer.  Besides an IV bag full of anti nausea medication I was hanging on does IV drip bags for over five hours, getting Herceptin, Perjeta, Taxotere and Carboplatin.  The nurse just did not want to give me these drugs in IV push.  I can understand their method of delivering the drugs into my veins, but let's get this over with, sitting in this chair, even though it was comfy I was sore from sitting for over five hours to get treated for breast cancer.

I did some reading-up on these four drugs and surprise, surprise, I came across Vincristine, Hydrazine, Platinum and Taxon.  Each one individually was proven to be a cancer fighting substance. 

One of my major problem with the whole ordeal is that I do not have my husband Mark B. Villarino by my side to comfort me in my time of need.  I feel so alone without him by my side and take me to and from therapy.  If only somebody could reason with him and convince him how important he is to me now more than ever. 

When it rains it pours

Here I am again, I have not heard from my husband, Mark B. Villarino.  As I last mentioned it was confirmed that I have HER2+ breast cancer.  My initial treatment is supposed to start on 5 Nov. 15.  As misfortune would have it my car is temporarily out of commission.  The seal known as trany is worn out and all transmission fluid gets pressed out when I drive.  I do not have the money to have the repair done right now, it cost up to $1500.00 which at this moment I do not have.  When I said "when it rains it pours" this is one of those moments.

     I live deep in the Mojave desert with no public transportation and it appears that there are no more charities who repair cars for someone like me.  I am a 75 year old disabled American veteran on a fixed income.  It will take me months to save enough money to have my car repaired.  My cancer in the meantime keeps growing; I am in a pickle with no where to go for the moment.  Most of my friends died and those alive drive no longer or have no car either.

     I need my husband for emotional support only he couldn't care less about my health condition, what am I to do?  I have no car, no husband.  I want to live many more years and live to talk about my present bout with breast cancer.

     Somebody, please help!

HER2+ Breast Cancer

     Yes, I was diagnosed with the worst breast cancer (HER2+) presently known to medicine.  I don't know how I developed this one because I was very careful with food consumption.  At my age the estrogen production is very low,; so what happened?  Hopefully somebody knows a lot about my kind of cancer and can explain to me what I did wrong.  Was it something in my diet; it must have been in the food.  Heaven knows what GMO (genetically modified organisms) foods do to the human system.

     Presently I see myself as an environmental indicator, someone who is sensitive to modern foodstuff. 

     This is just part of the problem, soon I shall undergo chemotherapy, radiation and if I wasn't so adamant the medical profession would love to carve me up to boot.  This time I gave them a clear NO, no more damage than absolutely necessary.  The stress is bad enough to deal with chemotherapy.  We are in the 21st century yet breast cancer treatment is still as barbaric as 100 years ago. 

     I need my husband Mark B. Villarino to lean on for support, he however can not be bothered with my health problem. I need money to get to and from the Medical Center, my husband does not care or help me with finances.  My car is broken at the moment and I don't have the financial means to have it repaired.  I ask myself, why me, what have I ever done to deserve such hardship? 

     In my last blogs I wrote of my husband abandoning us, our son and me.  My husband's abandonment  has been and still is very hard on me, I had to spend my meager income to raise a child I could not afford, because my husband did not find it important enough to support his son.  So here I am once again with cancer and all alone to deal with it.

     I will report  of my medial progress, perhaps somebody can benefit from my experience.