Hello all, thank you for all the great information and community love you all share. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write. I am a 47 year old mom of a 6 year old beautiful son who is the reason I AM A CANCER THRIVER. I had my one and only son at age 40, in 2011, and in 2012 I started coughing so badly I was BARKING and wetting myself. Went through a few doctors that kept prescribing antibiotics and said it was bronchitis. I just knew it wasn't getting better and after many chest X-rays that showed nothing, I was sent to many specialists, urologist, cardiologist, allergist... I WISH I KNEW TO ASK FOR A CT SCAN. It turns out that the whole time we were messing around, a CT scan would have revealed the culprit growing larger and larger and wrapped around my pulmonary artery, thereby not showing up on X-Ray, was a 7cm stage3 squamous cell tumor. The surgeon didn't want to operate because of the location, so I did well on chemo and radiation, tumor shrank and 3 affected lymph nodes shrank. But then on Mother's Day 2014, I had a seizure and was unconscious for days in the hospital and was told I had a lesion on my right temporal lobe. We decided to have cyberknife and that was working very well, it was shrinking up. But in January 2015 it had grown back, and was surgically removed. I had a right temporal lobectomy. There were 3 blood vessels attached to the tumor and unfortunately the one the surgeon had to keep attached in my brain, was the only one of them that had cancer cells on it. So he closed me back up with cancer cells still in there and after much discussing I had 3 more treatments of cyberknife over 3 consecutive days with a much lower does so as not to hurt me. My doctor had never done repeated cyberknife to the same tiny area before but I am so thankful he did. I am doing wonderfully, besides some fatigue and mood swings - and getting through some of that and how I was given a bad combination of medications and wound up back in the hospital, from seizures and hallucinations, I could have very well died from the depression meds they gave me along with the other meds I was taking, but I'll post that another time. I wanted to let you know YOU CAN BEAT CANCER, THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE! I have learned the hard way, on my own, that doctors know nothing about nutrition and the SUGAR I was given each and every time I had a treatment is evidence of that. There were some mistakes made, but I'm going to live in spite of them. My little boy Kevin needs his mom! Thank you for reading my long post, have a wonderful day!