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My daughter has been telling me to do this for months, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
On July 9th, 2016 at the age of 58, I was diagnosed with an aggressive form of Breast Cancer.
It was determined that I would receive 6 rounds of a four chemo drug cocktail before I would have surgery to remove the cancer. I was scheduled to have chemo every three weeks from August to November (my last treatment was supposed to be November 23rd, three days before my 59th birthday). However, due to illness, my body not responding well to the chemo drugs, low blood counts, and blood transfusions, my chemo journey took a bit longer. I finally had my last chemo treatment January 5th, 2017. WooHoo!!
Next month, February 2017, I will have a double mastectomy. According to my surgeon, I will have to stay in the hospital two to three days after surgery.
4 weeks following surgery, I will begin 6 weeks of radiation for my cancer. During the radiation, I will still be getting one chemo drug, Herceptin (HER2+) every 3 weeks for a year. In addition to this, I will begin hormone therapy.
Since July 2016, I have had CT scans of my whole body, bone scans, mammograms, ultrasounds, biopsies, port placement for chemo, echocardiograms and countless other tests and weekly blood draws. I have even had hospital stays. All of these bills are now piling up, along with the ones I can expect from my surgery and future procedures.
I am usually a VERY private person! For an independent woman who has always taken care of herself and others, it is extremely stressful to become dependent upon my daughter and others, and asking for help is difficult.
The thought of these bills hanging over our heads is really driving me crazy and distracts me from what should be my number focus: Getting myself better!
If you can help, even a little, you have no idea what a blessing and relief it would be. If you can’t help financially but can share my story, that would be just as helpful!
I truly appreciate all of you that have reached out to me, encouraged me, and given me stories of hope and strength.
Love,
Colette

On July 9th, 2016 at the age of 58, I was diagnosed with an aggressive form of Breast Cancer.
It was determined that I would receive 6 rounds of a four chemo drug cocktail before I would have surgery to remove the cancer. I was scheduled to have chemo every three weeks from August to November (my last treatment was supposed to be November 23rd, three days before my 59th birthday). However, due to illness, my body not responding well to the chemo drugs, low blood counts, and blood transfusions, my chemo journey took a bit longer. I finally had my last chemo treatment January 5th, 2017. WooHoo!!
Next month, February 2017, I will have a double mastectomy. According to my surgeon, I will have to stay in the hospital two to three days after surgery.
4 weeks following surgery, I will begin 6 weeks of radiation for my cancer. During the radiation, I will still be getting one chemo drug, Herceptin (HER2+) every 3 weeks for a year. In addition to this, I will begin hormone therapy.
Since July 2016, I have had CT scans of my whole body, bone scans, mammograms, ultrasounds, biopsies, port placement for chemo, echocardiograms and countless other tests and weekly blood draws. I have even had hospital stays. All of these bills are now piling up, along with the ones I can expect from my surgery and future procedures.
I am usually a VERY private person! For an independent woman who has always taken care of herself and others, it is extremely stressful to become dependent upon my daughter and others, and asking for help is difficult.
The thought of these bills hanging over our heads is really driving me crazy and distracts me from what should be my number focus: Getting myself better!
If you can help, even a little, you have no idea what a blessing and relief it would be. If you can’t help financially but can share my story, that would be just as helpful!
I truly appreciate all of you that have reached out to me, encouraged me, and given me stories of hope and strength.
Love,
Colette


