Terminal Cancer Sucks

This is hard to set this up, but scared of what's to come for me and for Vivien and Eric when all is said and done.

My breast cancer has metastasized. This means I am now Stage 4 with metastasis to my bones and my lungs. It is also terminal. I have what is called Metastatic Triple Negative Breast Cancer (TNBC). It's genetic and caused by the BRCA1 gene mutation. It's the type of breast cancer with the least amount of funding given to it. Prognosis is possibly a couple of years, but the average is less than that. We're crossing our fingers and hoping to be above average. There's no cure for it. I will do treatments to try and keep it from growing as long as we can. I've already done radiation as a palliative treatment to help with my back pain, but haven't seen a massive amount of relief yet. I start a clinical trial chemotherapy on Friday. I will go every two Fridays and then a week off, rinse...repeat...until it stops working.

Our income will substatially decrease soon while things like medical bills rise. There's a lot of stress and one of those is not having to deal with selling the house or attempting to move. Physically, I'm not super mobile at the moment and also not sure how this cocktail of chemo (or even the next) is going to treat me. It's a crap shoot on time, but there's not a lot even if my response to some treatments buys us more. I'd rather be spending time with Viv and Eric and less time with stress.

If you're even able to share the page, that is helpful. Love all you guys.