Here we go again. Time to fight once more!

In April 2018 I was diagnosed with stage 3C ovarian cancer. I had surgery to remove small cantaloupe sized tumor and I had 22 rounds of chemotherapy. I experienced all that goes with chemo, I lost my hair, which came back more silver and really curly. I had neuropathy in my hands and feet. My tastes changed, and I experienced muscle aches and fatigue. But in June 2019 I was declared NED or no evidence of disease. I shed tears of joy and thanks.

I continued to get CT scans and blood tests every 3 months to monitor my NED status. I kept my port in my chest, as an insurance policy to myself. I believed if I kept it, and got it flushed every 3 months, I would not need to use it again for chemo. Things had been going well

However my most recent scan in September was not good. I had been feeling since late July that something wasn't right with me, I told my medical team I felt something was off. I was checked by my cardiologist, that came back clean. Then the scan. I have a small lesion on my liver, its the size of a dime. My oncologist was concerned so a MRI was ordered. The MRI was inconclusive so a CT guided biopsy was scheduled.

This past Friday I got the results. The dime on my liver is cancer. Metastatic ovarian cancer to the liver. I will start chemotherapy again this coming Monday, October 26. I am not looking forward to losing my hair or the neuropathy or fatigue but its a small price to pay in order to live.

I have never said, why me. I have always said to God, ok, let me be a role model for others that are battling this disease. Let me show them that you can still live your life. Put a medical team in place to help me. I know I will get thru this with you God holding me every step of the way.

I am a bit scared. But I am ready to fight again.