After meeting with multiple doctors, making some tough decision, (to have surgery or not have surgery?), a plan was developed to move forward. My fabulous doctor at the Mayo Clinic did everything he was supposed to do. He comforted us and reminded us that I was going to be given the best care possible, and that there were a couple different treatments to make sure I had a plan. That something will work.
I would be taking Gleevec every day for at least three years. After three years, my plan will be reevaluated.
Throughout most of the meetings I sat in, I was in a complete daze. I don’t remember the details discussed. I don’t remember what was asked. I don’t remember how I felt. It still didn’t seem real. As cheesy as it sounds, I was living someone’s life that wasn’t mine. These were not my decisions. This was not my future.