I was in 2004. Just yesterday my mother called me and said she saw Living Proof twice (Saturday and Sunday) and said, "thank God you didn't relent and got that drug". She commented on the character, Ellie, who showed up early for the Phase 3 trial (who I think is depicting our Ginger Emprey who slept in front of UCLA hospital to get the last spot on that trial). She said, "I thought you just were nuts. You had chemo. You can't have this drug. Let it be. The doctors know." But she told me I was right. I did the right thing. I told her you have to fight for your life - and you really do sometimes. That was my fight for my life. I don't care how many doctors I have to switch (found a new great rad onc to follow me
). I don't care about not being a good girl. It allowed me to continue to be a good friend, a good wife, a good mother. Being a bad patient allowed me to be good at everything else, at least for a while longer.