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I'm Bihari Katalin. My husband is Bihari Attila and my little son is Bihari Gergő. We live in Cluj-Napoca, Romania, Europe.

My homepage is: https://www.biharikatalin.eu/

Our contacts: Cluj-Napoca, Str Vasile Lupu Nr 41, Romania, Europe, Tel. +40729 9 888 63, E-mail: korodik@yahoo.com

I was diagnosed with breast cancer in February 2009. My little son was one year old then, and it was a wonderful period of my life full of plans, dreams and happiness. After the first shock – with the protective help of my family and friends – I was able to pass one of the most difficult tests of my life relatively easily but with a great amount of spiritual and physical strength. What followed was a long process of breast-preserving surgeries, chemotherapy (sixteen times), radiation therapy (fourty-five times) and a one-year long biological treatment. I was very optimistic due to the fact that I wasn’t feeling very bad and the pain was not very severe. Obviously I also had to face the side-effects of chemotherapy: I lost my hair, I felt sick and I had diarea every five days. But I thought all those side-effects could be handled by positive thinking and self-control. And I could overcome them...

When the treatment was over, I got frightened. ”What is going to happen now?” – I kept asking this question while coming down from the Oncological Institute in Cluj-Napoca. I felt that the whole treatment had been like a castle, and the strong walls had kept the enemy away. But the walls of the castle were falling down. My hair grew back and my life seemed normal again. But was I ”normal”? Because a question was ”ticking” in my head all the time: what if I have to start the whole thing all over again?

I went to every oncological re-examination very consciously and consistently. Of course, there were some obstacles in my recovery as well (the results of certain bone-scintigraphy or ultrasound scans really scared me), but I was able to carry on. I have a conception about this disease and I often visualize it: somebody hits me very hard, I fall down, I get up and run but this somebody catches up with me, hits me again, I fall down... And it takes long. Such is the battle with this disease. For how long will I be able to get up? I don’t know yet.

In January 2012 I checked out from the oncological institute happily because I was told everything was all right, I was healthy. I was excited, I even started to fantasize about a little brother or sister for my son. But as always, I also paid attention to what my body and my psyche were telling me. And I went to the private consulting room of a nice and attentive doctor for an ultrasound scan. The scan showed an eight millimeter node in the same breast. A biopsy followed and then the result: according to the clinical data it is the local recurrence of the breast cancer.

This time it was very difficult to face this diagnosis, I broke down, I was angry with the world, I kept shouting. I thought I had been defeated by this disease and everything was over. But only until the moment I saw that my little son was also raving with fury being angry with the whole world. Then I stopped.

Unfortunatelly the bad news series was not over. My doctors recommended a PET-CT-scan which showed that I had bone metastasis, but showed no malignant change in the breast. The bone metastasis was not confirmed by the other results and by the absence of pain. What I saw on my doctor’s face was helplessness and mistrust and this scared me very much. I think it would be better to tell me even if the news is very bad than to generate this feeling in me. And right now I do not know what the diagnosis is. My doctors from Cluj-Napoca suppose that it is breast cancer with bone-metastasis.

This fear, the lack of trust and the fact (which is the most important) that I have to raise my little son made me take a decision: I must find a doctor and a hospital where they can help me. I choose a doctor and a clinic in Wienna...

If you have the possibility, you can help me with this continuation, with this future indicated by the three points.

You can help me raise my son, be the wife of the most supportive husband in the world, share my parents’ and my brother’s joy and sorrow, laugh with my friends. In other words: I could be like I’ve always been: happy.

On behalf of my family and myself I’d like to THANK YOU for reading my story and my request and THANK YOU for your help.

Katalin.

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2012.05.07 10:46

I would like to thank you for all your support. You gave me advice as well as spiritual and material support in spite of the fact that I could not tell you exactly how much money we needed. Thanks to you I experience(d) a lot of love and charity.

First I thought it would be possible for me to be treated in Vienna. But unfortunately this did not happen as I had expected.

Now I send you a short fragment from my blog:

“Our last week was a catastrophe: the State Health Insurance Company informed us that I could not get this treatment abroad because it was also available in Romania. I got very upset. I wanted to go to Vienna because I didn’t trust anybody here. But I knew it was impossible. It was impossible to pay for it.

My doctor from Vienna sent us the cost of the first cycle of my treatment. The first treatment would have cost 5000 euros and each of the next seven treatments 4000 euros. When we saw this, we knew it was impossible. Not to mention the fact that I will have to get a certain treatment until the end of my life, and this should also be paid for. The Health Insurance Company announced us that one of the medicines prescribed both by the doctor from Vienna and the specialist from Cluj had arrived. This was the most expensive medicine but unfortunately it was not possible to get this in Cluj and all the others in Vienna because they had to be administered together.

After all this we tried everything we could, we talked to other doctors to help me get to Vienna. But we were told only the bad news: it is impossible. It is impossible to trust another clinic, another doctor. I have no right to it. I only have the right to accept my destiny. Not a medical error but my own misfortune. I was totally shocked by this. I couldn’t think of anything. Fortunately Attila could. He asked me to try to speak to my doctor from Cluj and ask him to take into consideration the treatment protocol suggested by the specialist from Vienna and allow me to go there for reexaminations. Luckily both doctors were open to collaboration. My doctor from Vienna reminded me that the reexaminations will be very expensive (I was not surprised by this because I knew how much we’d paid when we were there) but I told him I would do anything I could to make it possible.

Am I relieved now? I don’t know. I must believe I will live. And I have to accept it. I have no other possibility.”

What we would like: reexaminations under the supervision of the doctor from Vienna and treatment in the light of these checkups. That’s why we would like to go on with this charity action.

I trust in the efficiency of this treatment. But even if the treatment is not efficient, knowing that I can go to Vienna will be a great spiritual support. It will be possible for me to go to all the reexaminations and treatments only if we carry on with this charity action. Only with Your help.

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