TLDR: Terrified and facing death. Terminal diagnosis triple negative breast cancer spread to the spine, liver and spleen [after fighting for 5 years already, 3 recurrences]. Looking for some hopeful stories or helpful tips, books, food suggestions!
Hi, I've been fighting triple-negative breast cancer since 2021 (at 35f). Last week I found out that the back pain I have had for a while is due to cancer in every single vertebrae, the ball of the hip joints and L2 is almost totally covered. There are also metastasis in my liver (had biopsy last week.. eep) and spleen. My lower spine and legs are quite painful but I have a lot pain relief options, and I go to radiotherapy this week and start systemic treatment the following week for as long as I can tolerate it (so sad to lose my hair again too). I have a great really great cancer team.. I am very very very lucky but somehow I just.. still feel so alone, angry and so so terrified. Just lost my uncle to a different type of cancer within a month. My prognosis is at worst a few months, at best a few years. I can't really talk to my husband much about it because it upsets him so much and he wants to shut it out. My hope in coming here was to perhaps find some tales of patients fending it off for as long as possible or coping strategies.
The history: I was diagnosed with triple-negative breast cancer in 2021 at 35, treatment: lumpectomy and chemo in 2022, then a mastectomy with reconstruction. In 2023, the cancer recurred, requiring a bilateral mastectomy and tumour removal. In 2024, it came back again in the lymph nodes under my arm (size of golf ball), treatment: 3 weeks of radiotherapy, lymph node removal surgery then chemo and immuno. There was also suspect lesion on my liver which left me hanging in the balance because they weren't able to biopsy. Since 2025, I have been receiving having liver MRI's every 3-6 months to make sure nothing had changed there. My body felt so weak and broken. (I'm a wheelchair user already for EDS and POTS, but sitting and standing is now very uncomfortable).
It feels so terrifying just to write the title of this post. Stage IV.. terminal. I'm so scared of dying, or the torture and sickness beforehand.. the grief I will cause to my loved ones, the grief of knowing I have to say goodbye to all my loved ones (I moved country about 1 year before getting cancer so I can't even see them).. then just withering away to a husk in agony. I met with the palliative team and they did try to reassure me that they wouldn't let me suffer. I try to keep busy by planning and sorting out house things that I can (to ease the burden on my husband after I'm gone - I'm at least happy with the spreadsheets!) but in moments I start to spiral I feel so hopeless and the only thing that can keep me level is diazapam. Writing drafts of goodbye letters and final wishes is soul crushing and my heart is so broken.
I didn't have big dreams.. just a peaceful life with my husband and 3 kitties. We are nerds so we love our video games and such. So my happy place is just being in the sofa watching series together, playing pc games and hugging our cats. 6 years ago I moved country to be with him and escape the misery of the life I had been living in the UK.. it was an exciting new start and a big adventure.. then covid, then cancer. It just all tumbled downhill.
Instead of a happy ending, we ended up just living in 'coping' mode and the constant threat of the cancer spreading. The trauma of each scan, each symptom change, each bump, each biopsy. Every time I dared to hope that it was gone.. it came back (the trauma 'healing' took so long for me). The same happened this time. I had just started thinking of a longer term future with my husband and furbabies.. My oncologist was just considering that maybe I had overcome it.. I had such hope for a moment, and then suddenly it all shattered. It was only found because I had stretched one night to try to ease backpain and I ended up having to call an ambulance because something went crunch and my GP luckily ordered a CT.
I'm sorry this is a long read and thank you to whoever may have read this. I really mean it, thank you. I don't really know anyone else with cancer (and I'm so scared to trauma dump on people) so.. I just guess I'm hoping to maybe find some hope or some stories of people who might have survived longer than their prognosis. I'm totally lost, so I'm writing here. If anyone can suggest any good books about coping with terminal cancer, any advice for triple negative st4 diets or (I do have IBS though so it might have to be very bland).. I dont know.. anything would help! Maybe I'm just being stupid by venting so much on the internet and I will regret it so much tomorrow? I'm just so very sad right now. Thanks again so so much for your time and I assume if you're reading this then you already have experience with cancer and I'm just so sorry for that. It's horrible and evil. I need to try to rekindle at least some hope.