If Tears Could be Turned into Snow...

This past week has been quite difficult and my tears flowed freely.  Unbelievably, it's January 11th and we have very little snow in southeastern Idaho.  The other day it occurred to me if my tears could be converted to snowflakes the ski resorts in the area would be in great shape.  I'm not a skier (I've tried and am typically injured in some fashion, but I LOVE to drive in the snow and marvel at its beauty).  

My double mastectomy was three weeks ago.  I still have pain, which is normal.  I have been told it takes two months to completely heal.  No one told me how long it takes to heal emotionally from the surgery.  I still struggle with how I look.  Each incision is about 6 inches long.  Ghastly.  But, I remind myself continually it was to help save my life.  It didn't help when I took another fall last week at the Huntsman in SLC at my final post-op check up.  A nurse weighed me, took my vitals, and when I stood up, I just started to tip over and caught myself on the arms of the scale before I completely hit the ground.  I was mortified.  They wanted to put me into a wheelchair but I refused.  The next day I realized I caught myself with my ribs - and they are still sore as well.  

There are two lines of thought about my four falls.  One is the pain medication and the second is my balance has been significantly shifted because of the mastectomy.  Hmmm.  Thoughts to ponder while I am more careful walking stairs and stay away from scales.  

The final appointment brought good news.  There was NO CANCER found in the pathology done on the breast tissue.  The chemotherapy did its job!  I'm very happy with this news.  VERY!  

The surgeon did have to drain fluid (called a seroma) from under my right incision.  If not drained it can cause complications so I agreed to have it done.  Before I knew it he had a large needle with one end inserted into a bottle and the other end under my incision and I looked at my dear friend Jen and told her to breathe after seeing the look on her face!  She asked quickly, "what about something to numb the area?" and the surgeon said they had cut through all of my nerve endings so there shouldn't be any pain.  There really wasn't, until we were on our trip home and it was a little sore.  However, because of the fall and draining the seroma, it was very sore the next day.  I'm amazed at how concave the area is. For a time, I thought he had done a radical mastectomy on each side because my sternum sticks out so far now, but I can flex my pectoral muscles on each side.  Now, I know why I could never really see progress while weight lifting for my pecs, too much breast tissue covering them up.  Now is a different story, but I won't be weight lifting anytime soon.  I did walk a bit the other day and it was glorious. I cried the entire time, but it was a good cry.  

Yesterday I met with a counselor at the Cancer Center and hours later went back to met with the radiation oncologist.  I made the appointment with the counselor because I am overwhelmed with my emotions.  As I said, I still am in pain, I'm having a bit of insomnia because it is hard to get comfortable, forced early menopause is wreaking havoc on my system, and I'm still fearful of the unknown.  I spoke with the radiation oncologist in the afternoon about the paperwork that indicates there is a nodule in my lung.  He is going to speak to the chemotherapy oncologist about it and we'll keep an eye on that for a change in size.  So, while I'm thrilled there was no cancer found in the pathology following my mastectomy, I'm fearful it's still lurking around.  

These are all normal feelings.  The counselor and I also talked about EXPECTATIONS I have for myself and because it's the New Year, I made goals for myself.  He said I need to lower my expectations right now.  Not in an adverse way, but I've gone through so much in the past six months it's catching up to me mentally and emotionally and I'm not going to heal and recover if I don't learn how to relax and no expect so much out of myself.  Ugh.  I understand that and know I have to in order to recover - especially because I will be starting radiation next week.  

I have another appointment this morning to have a CAT scan of my chest and upper body so they can exactly determine where the targeted radiation will go.  They will also make a form for my body to lay on so I don't move at all during radiation and cause damage to my lung or heart.  And I'll  get a couple of skin markers (he doesn't like the word tattoo) to be the pinpoint area for the radiation.  He indicated it will of course be targeted to the area of my breast where I found the original cancer, the area where the cancerous lymph nodes were found, and then near my collarbone where the subclavicular lymph nodes are found.  I will go through 30 sessions over six weeks.  I will start on next Tuesday or Wednesday.  I'm not nervous about radiation at all.  After chemo and the double mastectomy it should be a breeze. 

Below is a song by Kerrie Roberts called "Keep Breathing," and I have listened to it non-stop over the last few days.  I think it's beautiful so I wanted to share it.  

One final note, I am heading back to work after my appointment at the Cancer Center.  I'm anxious and excited all at the same time.  I'm nervous about it because I'm so tired and sore, but it's time.  There is work to be done!  I'll do the best I can and build up over time and when I'm tired I'll head home to sleep.

Here is a quote from a book I purchased called "Be Happy."  It contains quotes from numerous authors.  Today, I like this one.  "How simple it is to see all the worry in the world cannot control the future. How simple it is to see that we can only be happy now, and that there will never be a time when it is not now."  ~Gerald Jampolsky  

Surgery Postponed for a Week

Hello family, friends, and followers!

Yes, I met with the surgeon at the Huntsman Cancer Institute on Thursday and he said the bottom line is that he wants to meet with the Huntsman Tumor Board this coming Thursday and talk with them about my complex case. I was quite upset with the news because I finally had accepted I was going to have the surgery and now it will be another week.

A few things did take place Wedesday/Thursday. I read through some paperwork the Cancer Center gave to me for the D.C. Trip in case I got sick and had to go to the hospital for some reason. My CT scan that was done at the beginning of November said there is a nodule in my lung. It said it may be a cyst....but I've heard that before and it was CANCER. I pointed it out to the Huntsman team I met with.

Secondly, the resident that performed a breast exam on me was concerned about a lump he found in my right breast and there was an indentation of my breast which is another warning sign of cancer. My initial cancer was in the left breast and 3 lymph nodes.

Then, Dr. N. felt the lumps in my axilla and said that he wanted an ultrasound and biopsies of them that day. He also wants me back down there next Wedneday for another MRI. He said radiologists have their own way of ordering MRI's and reading them. I'm guessing they'll review them with the tumor board in Thursday morning.

There were two radiologists that performed the ultrasound and the lead radiologist thinks the lumps are both cysts. Again, with the damn cyst diagnosis, when I almost accepted that diagnosis. If I hadn't, I would be looking at a stage III or IV cancer right nowl It's alreqdy highly aggrssive enough as it is. So, I insisted on the biopsies. Another radiologist performed three biopsies and he had an extremely difficult time getting into the lymph node/tumor/scar tissue because it was so hard. He said he was glad we were doing it and it was not a cyst or it would have popped easily with the biopsy needle and the clip which makes a poppong sound as it takes the tissue sample. I will be called on Monday or Tuesday with the biopsy results.

Then, we have to make another trip down there for the MRI on Wednesday. It's about a two and a half hour trip for those of you from other parts of the country, or the world. As long as we don't have snow on the roads it's a good drive. Snow is another matter altogether!

I did some Christmas shopping yesterday and almost dropped after the second store. Once home I was very out of breath and exhausted. At the Huntsmand my blood pressure was 149/98, which is very high for me but I attributed it to nerves. Today I went to a church service and was exhausted by the time I was dressed and ready to go. I again and extremely fatigued and short of breath. So, now I'm in bed ready for a nap. I may call the cancer center and let them know I'm not bouncing back the way I thought I would. I'm just about a month out of my last chemo session and maybe I'm expecting too much too soon, or something else is going on. I just know I again, can barely stay awake or walk a flight of stairs, or shop!! And I love Christmas shopping so that was a big bummer!!!

Oh, I just remembered one more thing. Michael and I met with an OB/GYN to her opinion on just having my ovaries and Fallopian tubes removed versus a complete hysterectomy because I am BRCA2+ and she without a doubt I need a full hysterectomy. She is concerned about other peritoneal cancers such as liver, stomach, and gall bladder cancer, even though triple-negative breast cancer typically recurs in the lungs, liver, or brain first. THAT'S why I was so upset to see the finding that there is something in my lung. She thought it would be GREAT is if they could do the double mastectomy and the hysterectomy at the same time, and I've made several phone calls and that just want haappen at this point. Maybe that can be done at the same time as my breast reconstruction. Michael asked her again, why it's so imperative I have her double mastectomy before radiation and she said, "because we want you wife to be here in five years." That made my heart skip a beat and reminded me of how aggressive this cancer is.

Thanks to all of you for your support from near and afar. I can see statistics of visits to the site and I've been excited to see viewers have looked at the site from Canada, Russis, Germany, Indonesia, and many more countries.

While I said I was ready mentally for the surgery to happen tomorrow, I have to admit the surgery scares me....I won't say to death...but I'm extremely anxious to wake with no breasts and from the photos I've seen of other women, incisions are very long. So, the postponement give me a few more days to adjust to he thought of surgery...and get additional
Christmas shopping done.

I'll post again once I know what the biopsy results are and when surgery is scheduled.

Ciao!
P.S. I found a few typos and corrected them...the others I hope can be excused because of my fatigue. Thanks!

Four Days After 1st Chemo

It is Saturday night.  A storm is blowing through the area.  I love a good storm.  Wind whipping through the trees and lightning and thunder making their presence known.  Of late, our Jack Russell Terrier has taken to barking at thunder.  Most dogs cower at the sound, and Gidget with her little-dog Napoleon complex, barks like crazy as if she can hush the great noise from the sky.  It is hilarious.  

While thinking of storms, I wonder if there is something akin to a storm taking place in my body?  I am extremely fatigued and nauseated.  Those are the signs and symptoms that chemotherapy is doing its job.  I'm very grateful for Zofran and Compazine to keep nausea in check.  I have been close to vomiting, but fortunately it hasn't happened yet.  My appetite is a little to be desired, but I am making sure to eat small meals to keep my strength up.

Last night I went to my 25 year class reunion.  It was an 80's reunion for Pocatello and Highland High School. I did not wear a hat to cover my baldness.  First, it was simply too hot to wear a hat; and second, I am having more frequent hot flashes - so I went sans hat.  Everyone was incredibly supportive and said I rocked the bald look.  I caught a glimpse of myself in a reflection as we walked in and it still takes my breath away to see my hair is gone.  It was uplifting to go and see friends that I had gone to school with since I was eight years old.  Very good for my spirits.  Not so good for my fatigue factor.  I've slept most of the day.  

 I should also mention that I saw the surgeon yesterday.  My chest where the port was put in is still extremely sore.  I called the nurse and she had me come in.  Then, the surgeon took a look at it and said it looks like it is healing well, despite the bruising and two inch incision, but it HURTS.  I told her it hurts to walk, to talk, and to move.  She asked about pain meds I'm taking.  I told her I've been taking Ibuprofen 800.  She thought I had something stronger.  And scolded me for not having called sooner.  I was so groggy when I got out of surgery I misunderstood and thought all I needed was Ibuprofen.  Now I have something much stronger than Ibuprofen.  Thank goodness. 

I'm still listening to visualization tapes and guided imagery.  I visualize the chemotherapy drugs killing off each little cancer cell.  One tape I listen to says they will burn, blister, and shrivel after being subjected to chemotherapy.  That's good!  Zap, burn, and die, to all the little evil cells.  

Back to sleep.