I was diagnosed stage IIIb in July 2007. It's hard to believe this is "year 10" since that happened.
Many names I now see here are unfamiliar, but the descriptions and stories are well known. I recognize the great and difficult ordeal so many are facing, whether they are the patient, caregiver, or other. I walked in those shoes as the patient, plus have a few lingering effects that remind me of the consequences of aggressive treatment. I hope to send strength and courage, and I'm looking forward to doing it again in a future post when I hit the actual 10-year mark in July. So many posts here recount great difficulties, so I thought a quick message might be good as a reminder there can be some very good outcomes. So far, mine was one of them.