#1581 ·
Nancy Hernandez43 said:Hey everyone... especially you guys. Angela WrightHey, you.
The last six months have been a total whirlwind for me and my family—just constant ups and downs. There’s been plenty of crying, some much-needed laughs, and a whole lot of stress... you know how it goes when your entire family is suddenly staring down a diagnosis like cancer.
I joined this forum because I just couldn't find any real support, understanding, or—most importantly—actual help in my own circles. Honestly, I can't even tell who's having a harder time dealing with all this—Mom or the rest of the family.🤷 It’s honestly gut-wrenching looking back—we were never given any real psychological support, and now that we're older, you can finally see just how much it all messed with us. It’s also pretty wild how little info you actually get from our healthcare system—whether it's about medications, co-pays, treatment options, or what everything is going to cost... you're basically left in the dark.
Back on April 27th, they discharged my Mom from the hospital for home care—all while telling us she needs a follow-up in just four days once her test results are finalized. They’ve already flagged markers and deformed ovarian cells. So, after a month of her being in pain, dealing with biopsies, and getting told it’s ovarian cancer... they just sent her home to recover?!?!? Honestly, I’ll never wrap my head around how that makes any sense.
My dad just couldn't wait for all the test results to roll in. He’s been through the ringer with cancer more than a few times—survived two bouts himself—but it’s been a rough road for the whole family. My grandfather passed away from lung cancer, my mom survived breast cancer, and she had already dealt with uterine cancer too. Within ten days of that diagnosis, he was gone right along with her. We actually followed a recommendation and went to Aviano, Italy. The day they were supposed to do the checkup, everything was suddenly ready—results and all. Their staging system goes from 1 to 4, with each stage broken down into four parts (a, b, c, d). They clocked Mom at stage 3c (with 4d being the absolute worst), and she was literally on the operating table the very next day. Since money was tight for us, there wasn't even a question about wanting to get everything done at that specific hospital—they just jumped into action immediately. Now, we’re just left wondering how much longer our doctors back home would have made us wait for an operation like that.
The surgery lasted six hours—definitely the longest day of our lives—and honestly, the days that followed were just pure terror. Mom couldn't get out of bed, couldn't eat, couldn't even talk. It was just Dad by her side; she flat-out refused to see any of us. Even though he was in total shock and didn't speak a word of Italian, Dad stepped up big time. He found her this medical brace that really helped ease the pain and gave her enough strength to take those first little steps every day (she actually still wears it). I can't even wrap my head around what that first month was like for him. When my brother saw her for the first time, he thought there was no hope—and unfortunately, that’s how she felt, too. She went into her first round of chemo terrified, but she came out the other side stronger than ever. Seeing the other patients struggling with all that nausea and pain while she felt relatively okay—no major side effects—actually gave her the mental boost she needed. The doctors gave her a strict list of "dos and don'ts," but she wasn't about to let them boss her around if she felt like getting up and walking that day. Once summer hit, we basically lived at the beach to stay sane. Being stuck in the house without AC was brutal, especially for her since she had to stay put. We’d spend the evenings relaxing with a quick swim, and the days just seemed to fly by. But after the third chemo session, things got messy with her bloodwork. We spent an entire 24-hour stretch running between different labs, and man, it was gut-wrenching watching them poke her for the fourth time in a single day. She ended up missing one treatment, which threw off her whole cycle, so they had to push her schedule from 21 days to 28 days between rounds. You could tell she was wearing down—physically and mentally—even if she's way too stubborn to ever admit it.
About a month and a half ago, my dad came to visit and told me he was sorry—that he felt like we were losing the fight because Mom is just getting worse and doesn't have any strength left. Honestly? I felt it too. There were days when she could barely squeeze out a single coherent sentence. Then, when she told me her sister had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer... man, I just had this sinking feeling that it was going to pull her even further down. She went for her fifth round of chemo and came back looking worse than ever. Physically, she's just spent; you can see the toll it's taking right on her face, even if she keeps trying to deny it. It’s been about 20 days since her last session, and we've all just been sitting here, not knowing what to expect. When she finally got back to Aviano, the doctor basically laid it out for us—we’re looking at about six months of fighting to buy her whatever time we can.
So, after 6 months of searching, they couldn't find any cancer sites—everything came back clean. Our battle is finally over, and honestly, I just had to share this with everyone here who follows my journey! My folks are still out in Aviano, so I’m just waiting on the hour they get home so I can call them and hear it straight from their mouths. Anyway, I shared some of your advice and posts with Mom, and she’s actually super grateful to you all! Back when we first dealt with those low neutrophil and white blood cell counts... I read some tip about yeast and raisins somewhere, and now, whenever someone asks her how to boost those levels, she just says, "My little girl read about it on a forum."
I don't know enough about the medical side or specific meds to give you guys any real advice, but once Mom settles back in, I'll try to get her active on the forum too. For now, though, we're just keeping up with those same "small" steps for our health.
Just stay Brave !! and believe, even when it feels impossible. When I told a friend the news today, he asked me, "If anyone had told you a month ago that you'd be hearing this today, would you have believed them?"... I just told him: "My life is built on faith every single day."
I'm with you guys through it all—and THANK YOU!!!
Katherine
Dear Katherine, first off, I am so incredibly happy for you and your family. Thank God there are cases like this where it seems like there's no hope left, and then everything turns out amazing. Let’s pray it stays that way. And thank you for sharing this with us—you've given us all a huge dose of hope and extra courage. Sending love and thanks! 👍