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Dear Stacey, It took me a minute to be able to add my post because of the tears of joy for you and your sister. My tears, too, are for my little sister, who died of breast cancer 20 years ago, the same year I was first diagnosed. She had fought it for 7 years, but of course they didn't have the meds we have now. Besides she had a bad doctor (not an oncologist) that let her go for 11 months ignoring the lump she kept telling him about until it was too late. (She lived in ALaska. She finally called me and asked me if I had a good doctor she could fly out to see. That's the first time I knew of her cancer.) Every time I read stories such as yours I rejoice, and cry too for my sister, who didn't have the opportunities we have now. We are so very blessed! Your whole post is wonderful! I am so happy for you! Keep fighting the good fight. And about seeing a chemo lab for the first time: it was really a new experience for me,too. It was sad, those rows of recliners with people "hooked up" to infusions. And yet I continue to be amazed at how upbeat everyone is, patients and nurses alike. Everyone reaches out to everyone else, kind of like this website! Hugs, Tricia
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