It has been six year this month since I got my diagnosis of colorectal cancer with a liver met. I was almost 30 years old then. I thought my life was over, but I was very wrong.
I had been dating a great guy for about 6 months when I was initially diagnosed with stage 1 rectal cancer. I talked to him about it and gave him an out from the relationship, but he wanted to stay. Then it became stage 2 with a permanent colostomy, and he still wanted to stay. Then it was stage 4 with a spot in my liver, and he still wanted to stay with me. Two years later, after multiple surgeries and chemo treatments, he proposed to me and we were married in 2011. When we met in 2008, he was a 29 year old waiter at a local restaurant. After being by my side through all my treatments, surgeries, and recoveries, he started nursing school, graduated last year, and has been working in a critical-care unit for the past year. We have truly lived the past 6 years to the fullest, going through the good and the bad together, and never taking anything for granted. We have lived for each other.
And it has worked so far.
Colo-rectal cancer with liver metastasis diagnosed in 2008
Chemo, radiation, then colon and liver resections 2009
2 more liver resections 2009-2011
2013- Liver clear, but small mets spotted in both lungs and rear pleural sac tissue. Terminal condition
August 2015- Off chemo after tumor growth continued through treatment. Doing radiation on painful tumor in my back for quality of life. Not much time left.