Yesterday, I had an appointment with my oncologist and a genetics counselor to discuss the results of my BCI testing that was done last summer. BCI stands for breast cancer index, and essentially, it’s a measurement of how likely recurrence is more than five years out, and (at least in my case) whether or not continued endocrine therapy is of any benefit.
I don’t know what was going through my head when I went in there yesterday. I had specific things that I wanted to discuss with my doc, about specific issues I’m having that I have long suspected were related to my endocrine therapy, which is tamoxifen and I was going to go in and demand to know why I still had to take it. But I didn’t even get the chance to ask.
My treatment consisted of surgery, chemotherapy, radiation and endocrine therapy. This month marks five years since I started taking tamoxifen. My BCI shows a low risk of recurrence, and continuing tamoxifen will have little to no effect. So, that’s it. No more.
I think I’ve done a pretty good job of living life after breast cancer, but there’s a part of me that feels as though this is another beginning. I have no idea how stopping the drug will affect me physically. I might be miserable for a while, until I adjust. I know that I’ll make the best of it, and I am hopeful that any side effects will be short term.
I’m a positive person–for the most part. It’s not as though I haven’t continued to live life and find things to look forward to. I mean, I have the most adorable granddaughter in the world. How can I not be happy when I see her face and hear her call me “Gamma?”
But this feels like something more. My sister, upon hearing the news, said, “2017 is going to be a GREAT year.” I feel like she might be right.