But prepare for the worst.
I believe, without a doubt, that I will have a long life. This cancer experience will be put behind me, and just become a story to tell my grandkids.
You know how certain Grandpas like to say, "Pull my finger?" I think I'll be the grandma that says, "Wanna see my tattoo?"
And, it won't be a little wrinkled butterfly on my ankle.
I know I have an aggressive kind of cancer with a high rate of recurrance, but I also believe Herceptin the Miracle Drug is going to give me many more years to nag my family and gross out my future grandchildren. I fully expect to be an old lady with a sassy Betty White attitude who complains her kids never come to see her.
And yet, despite my belief that I'll live a long life, I was very pleased when I got a message from our HR department. They are switching insurance companies, and I have a one-time opportunity to purchase life insurance without a medical check-up.
I think I'm going to live a long time. But, I bought the maximum amount.
I never had life insurance before, except for whatever was free with whatever job I had. I'm uninsurable now, but before, I was always very teenager-like in my approach to my mortality. I would rather spend that money on shoes.
Cancer made me practical. $35.00 a month for $100,000 in case of my death seems like money well-spent right now.
I don't think this cancer will kill me. But, the possibility exists. And, I want my family protected.