When the cancer doc says, “you’re cured, go home,” it’s not the end of the story.
In about a year, roughly eight years out from my year-long, every-three-week Herception treatment that targeted the over-expression of a certain protein in my tumor, doctors will start monitoring my heart. Why? Because the same drug that may be saving my life right this very minute, also has the power to compromise heart function after about 3,000 days.
(oh, and the chemotherapy drug Adriamycin that I received via dose-dense infusion on four separate occasions can also cause heart damage.) (dose dense means given every two weeks instead of three.)
(oh, and the radiation that zapped the breast right over my heart every day for 30+ days can also cause heart damage.)
I choose not to think too much about these potential side effects.
Surviving cancer is not so simple.