Good morning all.  Hope everyone had a great weekend.  I'm going to fast forward a bit because if I don't, I'll never catch up. 

So jumping ahead to March 2022, I had a routine check up with my onco. I was having some issues with what I thought was probably chemo-brain, although I wasn't even sure if that was a real thing.  She was sure that with the amount of treatments I had over the past 3 years that it most likely was chemo-brain, but said just for peace of mind we'll do a brain MRI.  Well...had the mri on a Friday morning and was told my Dr would have the results most likely by Tuesday.  Believe me I knew the drill at this point.  So, when my phone rang at 4pm THE SAME DAY as I was getting in my car to drive home,  and I heard my doctors voice, (she never calls me) I knew it was trouble. She very quietly told me they found a tumor in my brain.  Talk about knocking the wind out of my sails! For some reason I was surprised, yet not surprised.  But those of you who know me understand that as shocking as it was, I don't panic, and I don't get emotional. (Sometimes I think I'm broken in that respect lol) I couldn't think of anything to ask in that brief conversation, but was told my team would meet and decide the best course of treatment. She did tell me, that this diagnosis made me Stage 4-Metastatic Breast Cancer, which I already knew.  From 2018 on I learned everything I needed to know about my intial diagnosis, and the possibility of it spreading to the brain.

I drove home with everything rattling around in my now "cancer brain".  I sat Jeff down to give him the news, then called my kids and the rest of my family.  It felt kind of weird to me that everyone else seemed so distraught and I wasn't. 

Anyway, the following Monday, with all my questions in hand, I started making phone calls to find out where do we go from here....what's the protocal?

More tomorrow folks.  Gotta get to work. 

As always, thanks for listening.  I love each and every one of you!