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I know that devastating feeling when one hears the dreaded word, "malignant." It literally took my breath away because I had just gone in for a routine mammogram. It was the last thing I expected to hear.
I had to ask to step outside for a few moments just to be able to breathe again.
My landlady several years ago was diagnosed with anal cancer. I know this woman went through hell during her initial treatment of radiation and chemo. The radiation burned her so badly that trying to pass urine or have a BM would cause her to scream in agony.
Farrah did not begin telling her story until her cancer reoccurred, but we know she was also burned so badly that the tissue would not heal.
I might add that both my landlady and I immediately lost our hair. I could not help but question the doctors choosing to try to save Farrah's hair, only bringing out the "big guns", as they referred to the cancer drugs that cause hair loss, after all hope was really lost.
I also felt that her doctors, particularly the ones in Germany, really gave her false hope. Once cancer reoccurs, one is automatically reclassified as Stage Four. Stage Four means that the cancer is terminal. The next stage is Stage Five, which is death.
For them to keep stating that they could "beat this", seemed to me not fair to her. A more realistic reply would have been that they might be able to extend her life--but not that they honestly felt they could "beat it", which they were still telling her as late as in January of this year when her original tumor had returned and new tumors had formed in her liver.
Finally, I was just amazed that doctors did not insert an infusaport. That was the first thing my doctors did. I thus was spared the agony of repeated needle sticks into veins that chemo will nearly destroy.
Doctors simply accessed my infusaport, which was just under the skin high on the right side. A tube led directly to my blood stream. All my blood work--and there is a ton of it--as well as all my chemo and other medications went directly into my bloodstream through my infusaport.
There's no pain as they go through the skin to the infusaport.
My heart aches for her father, for Ryan O'Neal and for her son, Redmond, as they await the inevitable.
There but for the grace of God, go I.
