Well, Rats
Mar. 4th, 2011 03:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichThe problem with reading medical documents online without a doctor at your elbow is that you may well read things that you weren't quite ready to face.
"Even after complete resection of primary GIST, at least 50% of patients develop recurrence or metastasis, at a median time to recurrence of 2 years. This high rate of recurrence is in the setting of an overall 5-year survival rate of 50%." and from a different trial study, "... since less than half of the patients survived after five years..."
Well, we all know that I blew past my warranty date a long time ago, and even then - that's a "half-full/half-empty" kind of statistic, right? Almost half of the patients DID live past five years. The medicine used to suppress further tumors has an 85% effective rate and that's pretty darn good.
I am glad that I did my research in the middle of the night, alone. Yeah, you guys are reading it now (whenever "now" is) but I've had my cry and I'm over the worst of it by the time you're reading this. Just don't ask me in person about it too much, okay? Because I turn into a quivering-chin watering pot and that's damned embarrassing.
I'll learn more about what my prognosis will be on St. Patrick's day, that being when I see the oncologist and I'll post online if you aren't sick of hearing about it.
Nonetheless, my reading does sort of encourage me to get my projects completed and off to the people I owe them to, and to do some cleaning out of stuff in the house. Hey, wipe that frown off your face! "FlyLadies" never tempted me. Something has to jump me into simplifying my piles o'stuff before the cat has to walk humpty-hump over everything and can't find the floor!
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I almost disabled the comments section - you have been wonderfully tolerant of my self-pity and fear posts and I know you care for me. Don't feel like you have to post ((hugs)) and all of that again - I still feel all warm and cuddly whenever I think of my friends and family. :)
"Even after complete resection of primary GIST, at least 50% of patients develop recurrence or metastasis, at a median time to recurrence of 2 years. This high rate of recurrence is in the setting of an overall 5-year survival rate of 50%." and from a different trial study, "... since less than half of the patients survived after five years..."
Well, we all know that I blew past my warranty date a long time ago, and even then - that's a "half-full/half-empty" kind of statistic, right? Almost half of the patients DID live past five years. The medicine used to suppress further tumors has an 85% effective rate and that's pretty darn good.
I am glad that I did my research in the middle of the night, alone. Yeah, you guys are reading it now (whenever "now" is) but I've had my cry and I'm over the worst of it by the time you're reading this. Just don't ask me in person about it too much, okay? Because I turn into a quivering-chin watering pot and that's damned embarrassing.
I'll learn more about what my prognosis will be on St. Patrick's day, that being when I see the oncologist and I'll post online if you aren't sick of hearing about it.
Nonetheless, my reading does sort of encourage me to get my projects completed and off to the people I owe them to, and to do some cleaning out of stuff in the house. Hey, wipe that frown off your face! "FlyLadies" never tempted me. Something has to jump me into simplifying my piles o'stuff before the cat has to walk humpty-hump over everything and can't find the floor!
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I almost disabled the comments section - you have been wonderfully tolerant of my self-pity and fear posts and I know you care for me. Don't feel like you have to post ((hugs)) and all of that again - I still feel all warm and cuddly whenever I think of my friends and family. :)
