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Are you willing to hear my story? – Kelly

Living in the presence of LC

I have been living with LC for eleven years, and I have experienced clarity, compassion, and strength.

I am writing to share my story with my dearest friends and adventure companions, in the hopes that it will be of assistance to those with a similar background. When I received my results, this was the case.

In 2010, I was 49 years old and brimming with energy and vitality.

Additionally, I have been smoking since the age of 16, consuming an average of 25 cigarettes per day. I have been afflicted with arterial hypertension and panic attacks since 2006, and I was undergoing medical treatment with Sereupin 20 mg and Dilatrend 6.25.

Since December 2009, I had been experiencing discomfort in my left shoulder. It was unwavering and constant, and it caused me to feel as though a sword was lodged in my shoulder blade. The results of my LC were also positive.

Advancement

I received a thoracic x-ray on March 15, 2010, which resulted in significant concerns and a recommendation to undergo a total-body CT scan.

What did he emphasize? Additionally, there is a 45 mm lung lesion in the left lower lobe, which is suspected to contain satellite nodules. Additionally, there were no mediastinal hemopathies. The remainder was detrimental.

On April 7, 2010, I arrived at the institute and was assigned to the team of the esteemed Doctor Adno Rosso. They performed a complete left pneumonectomy with a large hilar mediastinal lymphadenectomy.

The histological examination revealed a G2 pT2a N2 adenocarcinoma and an EGFR exon 19 mutation.

It is difficult to continue.

I believe that October 6, 2010, was the most miserable day of my existence. I initiated the therapy with cisplatin and vinorelbine for 1.8 days every 21 days. The final cycle consisted of four cycles conducted with vinorelbine alone to alleviate nausea and vomiting.

From 09/23/2010 to 10/29/2010, I conducted 25 sessions of complementary radiotherapy on the mediastinum using an intensity-modulated technique, in which a total of 50Gy was administered.

On September 12, 2010,

The subsequent PET scan on December 17 did not corroborate the suspected adenopathies at the mediastinal level, which were identified by a CT scan of the brain-thorax-abdomen with contrast medium. The maximum diameter of the adenopathies was 14 mm.

Consequently, the total-body PET resulted in a probable recurrence of the disease following a left pneumonectomy at the check-up on March 28, 2011. However, in April, a local recurrence of the disease was confirmed by a neck-chest CT scan with contrast medium. The lesion, which was approximately 2.5 cm in size and located adjacent to the surgical chains, was accompanied by millimetric lesions on the right side that were suspected to be secondary effects.

The therapy commences.

However, I initiated therapy with Iressa 250 mg in May, and I have since demonstrated a complete radiological response.

Therefore, the overall circumstances were favorable at this juncture. Consequently, I have been consistently consuming Iressa for the past decade, and the mild side effects of skin toxicity and diarrhea have become less pronounced, with a slightly more pronounced influence on my nails.

Thank God, I am able to share my experience with everyone today. I would like to emphasize the importance of having a strong faith and trust in God.

However, it is also essential to possess the clarity to rely on competent physicians who do not regard you as a number, but rather as a person.

The affection and fortitude that our loved ones impart to us are of paramount importance.

I am also grateful to Alcase for allowing me to share my story with you. If you require a cordial conversation, I am available.
Therefore, it is more aesthetically pleasing when viewed in conjunction.

Kell

Mrs. Mari Richi’s Testimony

• IN THE PERENNIAL FIGHT AGAINST ADVERSE DESTINY

I have encountered numerous challenges throughout my existence. And, they must still be completed before I deliver this testimony. They would be suitable for a novel in which the protagonist, or rather, the protagonist, is perpetually confronted with adversity. I would compose my autobiography independently if it were not for the fact that I only completed fifth grade. Readers would be intrigued. They may harbor feelings of sympathy for me and regard me as unfortunate. However, they would not be boring. My difficulties will conclude only upon my departure from this world, unless the aftermath presents me with unfavorable circumstances.

Even on a psychological level, the LC NSE Test was the most intense, challenging, and excruciating experience I have undergone.

January 2000 was the date.

I was providing supervision for my son, my sole child, who was hospitalized as a result of an automobile accident (he was not the first) in which he sustained numerous severe fractures. Suddenly, I experienced a sudden onset of illness. I experienced extreme weather. I hurried to the restroom and vomited throughout the night and the following day. I underwent a medical examination, and the report indicated that I had bronchopneumonia.
I received treatment at the Calandri Hospital in Boves and spent the convalescence period there.

And I recovered; however, a lesion persisted on my right lung. They believed it to be a remnant of bronchopneumonia. It was not even diminished by the medications they prescribed. Dr. Musiari, a pulmonologist, subsequently elected to undergo a CT scan.

I visited the Carle Hospital in Cuneo to undergo the procedure.

We were in the midst of summer, which meant that seven months had elapsed since the nocturnal illness I contracted while caring for my son in the hospital. The spot had expanded slightly, but it was significant enough to indicate that it had grown: four centimeters. The bronchi were found to be spotless and well-maintained during the bronchoscopy. The name “LC” was given to the peculiar spot after two consecutive needle biopsies, which involved the removal of affected lung tissue. And the news was delivered to me amid already dire personal circumstances:

I had been alone at home for weeks, with casts and rehabilitation to complete, and had not seen my son.

However, I was also apprehensive for myself, as I was concerned about him. I experienced a profound sense of injustice. It was a significant and unexpected event, as I have never smoked and have only consumed water. For an extended period of time, I had inhaled my husband’s smoke as a form of compensation. The habit has also been adopted by my son; however, I have prohibited him from engaging in it at home.

LC Tests: novel treatments and hospitalizations. The treatment was a “long” regimen of chemotherapy, with each session lasting from six in the morning to nine in the evening. I was compelled to discontinue it shortly after the advent of liver issues, erratic blood values, and frequent vomiting.

I returned home and initiated a new weekly cycle of chemotherapy.

My hair transitioned from summer to autumn within a week, and it resembled the foliage on the trees. Similarly, it would regrow after the disease’s winter. I wore a scarf on my head not to conceal my baldness, which is impressive on women, but to shield me from the weather.

And I was not concerned with the aesthetic aspect. I have been contemplating alternative matters for some time, specifically how to ensure that my modest pension is sufficient for my son and me. I was able to endure this new cycle much better than the previous one. It yielded favorable outcomes: the tumor had contracted by one centimeter by the time it was finalized in February 2001.

At this juncture, the physicians resolved to implement surgical intervention.

Nevertheless, the question of metastasis to the skeleton remained unresolved: was it present or absent? Before the treatment, it was believed that this was the case based on the scintigraphy and magnetic resonance imaging. It appeared that it was not the case from the photographs taken during and after the treatment. The answer could only be obtained through additional LC Tumour Checkups over time. Consequently, it would have been a blind intervention. I was conflicted about whether or not to undergo surgery. The fear was more prevalent than the surgery itself, which only served to exacerbate the loneliness and sorrow.

The future that had never been so uncertain.

I was unable to find any tranquility in the realization that my son would be left to suffer from his severe health issues if I had not survived. I succumbed to the physicians’ persuasive arguments. On April 19, I underwent surgery. The operation was entirely successful. A portion of my right lung was excised. In order to accomplish this, they were required to separate my ribcage.

In order to achieve closure, 34 sutures were required beneath the breast.

Still today, I am devoid of any sensation in that region; the degree of sensitivity is nearly nonexistent. How about metastases? Neglected for years, it was a bilateral deforming arthrosis of the two hips.

The frequency of the subsequent clinical NSE examinations has decreased until they are conducted annually. Nevertheless, I am perpetually apprehensive about the possibility of a recurrence: the information you encounter in the periodicals disrupts your ability to sleep soundly. According to others, I have reclaimed an outgoing, friendly, and agreeable demeanor. I have no qualms about sharing my experience as a hostage of the “Big Killer.” If it is advantageous…

However, I must admit that I am not as optimistic as I once was.

I am uncertain as to who would be capable of enduring such an ordeal. Death is my greatest apprehension. I am aware that it will occur to everyone at some point, and at the age of 76, you should begin to adapt to the concept. The reality is that my son and my daughter-in-law are disabled, and they receive a meager and objectionable benefit as a result of my son’s condition. Me superior to them: one hundred percent. I am required to take four insulin injections daily due to my diabetes. Additionally, I am prescribed anti-inflammatory medications for osteoarthritis and hypertension tablets.

And yet, I continue to perform household chores to the best of my ability.

Upon receiving the results, I am compelled to contemplate the actions I have taken that have resulted in my fate. I would end up discussing my mother, who died without ever recovering from the torture and violence of Nazi fascists who sought to locate my brother, a partisan, if I were to travel back in time, following widowhood, eviction, and the subsequent temporary placement in an unhealthy and cold house.

However, I am present.

I am deeply appreciative of the medical nursing staff at the hospital. Doctor Mari, the surgeon, Doctor Rto, the family doctor Fran Arm, and the home assistants who managed the household tasks during my hospital stays. Additionally, Mrs. Forn, a taxi driver, provided transportation between my residence and the hospital during chemotherapy.