tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63962829773197058802011-04-21T10:48:43.371-07:00DustKillerMesoHappy.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15029989534802776271noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396282977319705880.post-57738196533659904072011-04-05T08:57:00.000-07:002011-04-05T08:57:18.759-07:00My First Blog<i><span style="color: blue;">Well hello to the land of Blogging.</span></i><br /><br /><i><span style="color: blue;"> Let me Introduce myself, I am Liza moran and I am 49years old and I have Mesothelioma. That means I have a deadly disease caused by breathing a fibre of Asbestos dust whe I was a child and my family did a home renovation. Some 20-30 years of a time bomb laying in the chest lining the bomb ignigted and now I am on a journey I have not chosen.</span></i><br /><br /><i><span style="color: blue;"> I was diagnosed in February 2002 when my Daughter Hannah was only 7months old. The time bomb was set and the roller coaster ride began. My prognosis was not great 9-18months to live and that is if I opted for some radical Photodynamic surgery that may extend my life to 18months.</span></i><br /><br /><i><span style="color: blue;">I am now 9 years down the track "AND I AM NOT DEAD YET" Sounds a tad harsh but thats what my Oncologist would greet me with everytime I had an appointment with him. "Hey look at you" he would say then follow it with "Your not Dead yet" First time he said it I was punch drunk but after that I started to think yep "I am not dead yet". Mind you I could have saved money on the consultation because he wasn't telling me anything new. I was hospitalised with suspected pleural pneumonia where the fluid had pocketed in my right lung and they had to do Keyhole surgery, I had the forboding feeling, I asked the Respiratory specialist "is there something more sinister at work here" He answered "if it looks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck then its a duck". MMmmm post the surgery when was sitting up in Intensive care feeling remarkably well (breathing more easily with the fluid drained) I looked around and realised I was in a room of my own with a tv and lots of dr nurse attention. Quack Quack Quack the mind started thinking this is all a bit much....the surgeon visits and sits down ..he says "when we went in we found some nodes" I said "its not a Duck its cancer isn't it" could have saved myself some more money here. He said yes and we did a biopsy we won't know for a few days what we are dealing with but it is most likely secondary Breast cancer. <strong>Now thats not the best way to start a day.</strong></span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396282977319705880-5773819653365990407?l=dustkiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MesoHappy.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15029989534802776271noreply@blogger.com0