I was awed and inspired by how fully my friend lived the almost-five years between her diagnosis with Stage 4 ovarian cancer and her death last week. I am reminded that a terminal diagnosis does not mean we stop living -- it is an invitation to make every moment count, and thereby enrich not only the life of the patient but those around her. Here is author and lung cancer patient Janet Freeman-Daily on her own experience of hope, illness, and the zest of being alive.
I’m grateful to be here. Actually, I’m grateful to be anywhere. I’m grateful to be alive. The fact that I’m alive is a modern-day medical miracle.
In May of 2011, after a few months of a persistent cough, I was
diagnosed with pneumonia caused by advanced lung cancer. No, I never
smoked anything except a salmon. Five months after diagnosis, despite
chemo and radiation, the cancer spread outside my chest and I was given
at most two years to live. A year later, after more treatment and
another recurrence, I learned my cancer had a rare mutation. Last
October, I found a clinical trial that could treat that mutation with an
experimental pill, and I flew to Denver to get it. In January, I
achieved the dream of all metastatic cancer patients: No Evidence of
Disease. My cancer is no longer detectable.
I am overwhelmingly grateful for everything and everyone that has
brought me to this state of grace: medical science that discovered new
ways to treat my condition, insurance that paid for most of my care,
family and friends who supported me, a knowledgeable online lung cancer
community, and all the prayers and good wishes lifting me up throughout
my cancer journey. Thank you. I am truly blessed.
I am not cured.