My Diary. Part 2. Children is our future. Gender Games.

[obrenia]

Hello everyone!

I continue to publish my diary and the story of my illness. My thoughts, feelings and actions. I really hope that these lines will help someone.

Part 2

Children is our future

"Chemotherapy regimens that contain cyclophosphamide is generally the result of losing 10 years worth of egg reserve".

The course of endoxan is minus a ten-year supply of eggs. And here also the cycle was not interrupted during treatment. What a senseless wastefulness in the conditions of the future deficit!
Horror. I must stop reading.

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I continue to publish my diary and the story of my illness. My thoughts, feelings and actions. I really hope that these lines will help someone.
Part 2)

P.S. (in case that everything is not gone):

"... over the past 2-3 years, the results of several important studies have been published, which have made it possible to debunk old prejudices. They proved that pregnancy after breast cancer is cancer-free. These new data are already changing our daily practice.
According to the largest meta-analyzes, which included 19,000 patients with breast cancer (1,200 of them with pregnancy after treatment), it was found that the risk of death was 41% lower when the woman became pregnant after treatment compared with when pregnancy after treatment was not (AzimHA, Eur J Cancer, 2011). Another large study (1,200 patients with breast cancer, 330 of them with pregnancy after treatment) confirmed that pregnancy after treatment of breast cancer is safe regardless of the hormonal status of the tumor (the presence or absence of hormonal receptors in the tumor) (Azim HA, J Clin Oncol, 2013). "

Not bad. I read further.

Gender Games

I liked the man... Unheard-of impudence for a bald girl with a scar on her chest on the eve of a second series of chemotherapy, right? He is my neighbor. Not nearby, but in the same house. And I almost know him for a year. Not close. At the level of "good day, how are you?". Short, non-committal conversations, which I immediately forgot. And then suddenly it was like I saw him for the first time. He spoke, and he looked tall and dense. About forty years old, but already with a fair deal of gray hair. He talks little, quietly, and as if he smiles all the time. Even if you can not see a smile on his lips. Is he hiding it in his eyes, or what?
Some kind of devilry...

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I apologize for the possible mistakes that arose in the translation. There are idioms that are difficult to translate into another language.

You can read all parts of the diary here:

1. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-1-farewell-to-my-hair
2. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-1-friends-mama-it-started
3. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-1-israel-hospital
4. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-1-bells-relatives-about-luck
5. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-1-presence-of-spirit-what-i-do-not-need-lighthouses-and-
6. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-2-god-forbid-if-you-will-meet-it-again-you-have-not-seen-me-and-
7. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-2-wonders-of-telephone-medicine
8. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-2-traffic-cops-and-me-sometimes-i-feel-very-ashamed
9. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-2-unexpected-side-of-israeli-medicine-oldness
10. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-2-the-day-of-my-operation
11. https://steemit.com/life/@obrenia/my-diary-part-2-drainage-and-patriotism