My surgery was moved to Wednesday afternoon. I’m pleased, because it means one less day with cancer. The only thing that sucks is that I will miss my appointment with my Rheumatologist, which is currently set for that afternoon, and I really need to see him. My joints are a total mess.
Stupid medical conditions.
More importantly, I need to talk to my Rheumatologist to see if he thinks that taking Enbrel caused (or contributed to) the breast cancer. I’ve done a bit of research on that issue, and there are conflicting opinions. When it was first prescribed for me in 2005, after all the other options had failed, I was told that taking Enbrel would lead to an increased risk of Lymphoma and “other cancers”. Regardless of what he believes, it will be up to me to decide if I will resume taking Enbrel (or any other TNF blocker) to control the symptoms of my psoriatic arthritis. This is actually a huge decision, because without this medication my joints are typically too inflamed and painful to allow me to function in my day to day life. I feel like I’m fucked if I do, and I’m fucked if I don’t. I wish there was a way to know for sure.
I kind of hate my body, because it clearly hates me.