Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts

Monday, October 26, 2015

My Little Curly Breast Cancer Awareness

My oncologist was proud of me this month when I had my 6 year check-up. I'm all clear for the next 6 months! In celebration of that as well as to commemorate both this Breast Cancer Awareness month and my new endeavor of creating illustrations, I created this...
Over on my new blog, Benedict Catholic Creations, you can find more My Little Curly coloring pages. You can even contact me for requests. I intend to offer the almost 60 illustrations I have in this series as individual pages as well as in coloring book (ebook) format. They're available as JPEG files, but I will soon make them available as PDFs. For now I have a few available for free here, on my mommy blog, and on my Creations blog. 

In addition to the My Little Curly series created for Rachel, I've illustrated a Catholic First Holy Communion book with another woman named Erika, drawn many wheeled vehicles for my Simon, and just started a series of flowers. I use my creations as a focal point for some of the handwriting pages my children use in their schooling and also plan on authoring a book (or more) featuring the My Little Curly series. I plan on offering all of them on my Creation blog eventually. I'm hoping to use this to supplement our income since we're still financially strapped since my job loss in 2013. 

If you like this Curly, like the sound of my other creations, or would just like to contact me for something else, please do so! I love hearing from you!

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Say What?!?! That's Been Proven Safe for Decades!

Today I ran across two articles that left me flabbergasted and incised. One reports that giving chemotherapy to pregnant cancer patients is a novel and unheard of idea in the scientific community. Perhaps that is the case in Belgium, where this study originates, but MD Anderson has been doing it since 1992 with GREAT results. That flabbergasted me. I mean it's not as if that same site didn't do a story on a 28 year old woman diagnosed with breast cancer while 20 weeks pregnant... You know... Erika's Miracle Journey? Sometimes I wonder if the editors read their own sites. I guess it's easy for articles to get lost given the volume of articles they publish.

However, at least this isn't dangerously misleading. Although the comments... Whew... There are some times when I should just stay away from the comments sections. I'm not usually overly sensitive, but when people suggest I should have just 'changed my diet' or had better 'nutrition' and my cancer would have magically disappeared and I wouldn't have 'risked' my baby (who is 5 years old, going into 1st grade, reading, writing, and has bypassed all her age milestones) by doing dangerous chemotherapy I get a bit upset. Sorry, but 5 generations of women in my family with only the last 2 surviving doesn't seem like diet or nutrition played a big part since we span continents and centuries. If anything - especially to the 'natural' folks, the last 2 generations should be the ones that didn't survive since we have GMO foods, less healthy eating habits, higher BMIs, antibiotics, etc that the previous generations didn't have. Apparently, that comment author must subscribe the same philosophy as the next blog post... 

Another blog post trying to appear scientific completely discounted real science and medicine for 'natural' care and accused women seeking chemotherapy while pregnant of unnecessarily and flagrantly risking their unborn babies lives. That incised me! Of course chemotherapy attacks rapidly growing cells - that's what cancer is. However, what this blogger fails to realize is that while a baby is obviously rapidly growing, a baby is also protected by the placenta. The placenta is a many splendored thing. One of its greatest feats is to act as a filter between mother and baby. Only molecules of a certain size can pass through the placenta. Chemotherapy drugs tend to be large complex molecules - especially those used in pregnant women. These molecules can pass through the placenta about as well as a large rectangular block fits through a pin hole - NOT very well. While those in the natural camp profess to believe that nature has provided all the remedies we need, they tend to forget that one of the greatest of all of nature's designs is the mother's body. Women are designed to compensate, even to their own detriment, for their baby's health. We are built to protect the baby from harm and does a very good job - my earlier example of the placenta is one example. Another example is that a woman's body will pull calcium from her own bones to give to the baby if she doesn't get enough in her diet. Even a woman with hyperemesis gravida (extreme morning sickness) can have very healthy babies because of God's wonderful design of a mother's body. 

While the first article does no real harm, this article can undoubtably cause many women to lose their lives or lose their children to abortion or both mother and child may die. Had I not sought REAL science instead of pseudo science like this, it is quite possible that my daughter and I wouldn't be alive today. In general, I have nothing against natural remedies and a healthy lifestyle as opposed to constant running to the doctor all the time, I will NEVER support pseudo-science/medicine like this that basically sentences mothers and their children to death. It is false information like this that leads to people believing that abortion is necessary 'for the life of the mother'. Lies like these need to be exposed before more lives are lost. Please be sure to tell every one you can that being pregnant when diagnosed with cancer is NOT a death sentence for either the mother or the baby - BOTH CAN and SHOULD LIVE!

Here's an article from MD Anderson that gives a brief overview of the history, success, and safety of chemotherapy while pregnant. 

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Alphabet Soup (Genetic Mutations), Vaccines, and Cancer

I'm in conflict right now with my children's pediatrician. Basically, my children were "fired" as patients because I decline the Chicken Pox vaccine. Apparently, both children are also one booster behind on their MMR (although I did not decline that). Before I blindly accepted the threat of losing the pediatrician, I had to be sure of the facts. So I began looking into components in the Chicken Pox vaccine (and others). Through Children of God for Life (http://www.cogforlife.org/vaccineListOrigFormat.pdf) I found that both the MMR and Chicken Pox vaccine are created using aborted baby cells and/or embryonic stem cells. I also found that one of the primary drivers for developing and promoting the Chicken Pox vaccine is convenience. Apparently parents can't take off work long enough to care for their itchy and scratchy children. However, my children's vaccination woes aren't huge topic of this post. My specific mutations (that I know of), vaccines, and cancer are the topic. 

While searching for information to give to a friend about her children's vaccinations, I came across some interesting information. Apparently one of my mutations, MTHFR, can increase my already increased risk of breast cancer (thanks to My BRCA1 mutation). In addition to this twice increased risk of breast cancer, vaccinations can increase the MTHFR mutation's negative effects (http://cebp.aacrjournals.org/content/17/10/2565.full) I'm not certain which variant of the MTHFR mutation I have. Since it was discovered as a potential cause for my 4 miscarriages out of 6 pregnancies, I do know I have problems from it. 

This mutation creates problems in carriers after vaccinations. Vaccines have heavy metals as carriers in them. Usually, the body can easily eliminate these heavy metals through the normal function of the MTHFR gene (http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Methylenetetrahydrofolate_reductase). However, defective MTHFR genes do not effectively eliminate these heavy metals, causing them to build up to toxic levels in the body. Additionally, the MTHFR gene is responsible for methylation or de-methylation of folic acid to its biologically active form-folate. When defective, methylation and/or de-methylation causes either a deficiency or an excess of various chemicals in the body. These chemicals, when built up and not effectively processed can lead to decreased immunity and increased susceptibility to various problems. 

Some indicate vaccinations (http://vactruth.com/2011/12/30/3-filthy-truths-about-vaccines-cancer/) and problems from the heavy metals (http://www.naturalnews.com/030211_heavy_metals_cancer.html) and foreign material can also increase risk of breast cancer in all people, but most noticeably those with a BRCA1/2 mutation. Since BRCA1/2 are genes that code for a particular tumor suppressor gene in the breasts (http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/BRCA1), carriers have an increased risk of breast cancer. Adding the increased levels of heavy metals, excess or deficiencies of folic acid/folate, to an already increased risk of breast cancer may just explain why I was diagnosed with breast cancer a full 20 years before my own mother. Even my youngest known relative with "female" cancer was a full 14 years older than I was at diagnosis. Along with other environmental factors yet unknown (although many implicate GMOs, processed foods, pollution, deodorants, and other seemingly random factors) and increased vaccinations (with their heavy metals and other foreign materials), these two mutations and their effect on the body my risk of cancer was probably closer to tripled than the average person. Yet, rare would be the doctor (of any sort) that would put all this together and actually say it out loud to a patient. 

Thursday, November 17, 2011

LifeSiteNews thinks I'm worthy of a story!!

I have been humbled again by the support and encouragement I have received from strangers. LifeSiteNews, a pro-life, pro-family news agency has written a story about my journey. The author interviewed my mom, Andrew & me in addition to reading my prolific blog entries. His summation of my story is very humbling as he believes that my story will help save lives! Thank you Mr. Pete Baklinski!

That is why I write here & tell everyone who will listen what has happened to me; not because I want praise, fame, or sympathy, but because I truly want others to know that scary diagnoses while pregnant DO NOT have to end as a choice between mother or child. Since God is the Author of Life and He only gives us what we can handle, I know that living my life through this journey and glorifying God while speaking out for life is what He called me to do. I know that even one life saved through my story means that my suffering was not in vain!

Here's a link to the story (I hope, I'm composing this on my phone):

http://www.lifesitenews.com/news/a-thanksgiving-gift-mother-with-aggressive-cancer-gives-birth-to-healthy-ba

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Thank you KY employees

I need to give a shout out to my fellow KY employees. They have really carried me through this long struggle with kind emails, prayers, thoughts, & even time. Their compassion & generous nature have made my struggle a little less harrowing. Their support means more to me than I can say. So the next time you complain about state workers, know that in this great state, the workers care for one another & do their jobs with pride!

Monday, November 14, 2011

Faith

Through Faith I know that God cares for me. I know He's counted the hairs on my head. I know He's offered to shoulder my burdens. However, I can't help feeling that I'm so deep in this whole that I cannot be saved. I need to let go & let God, but that is incredibly difficult.

FYI: This is not with regards to my health, just the worldly consequences of my long struggle... In other words $ -- the root of all evils & the necessity for today's life.

Priceless...

Gas money for trip to Houston: $400, Hotel for 13 nights: $1064, Hospital fees for surgery: $45,000, Hope that my painful journey is over: PRICELESS!

As you see above, I've gotten my first bill from the hospital for my surgery. Although I know it took tremendous skill & lots of time to cut me to bits & then stitch me back together, that amount seems obscene. That amount doesn't count the surgeons, anesthesiologist, and other doctors that saw me. Wow!!!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Home Sweet KY!!!

Today I was released from TX!!! Yippee!!

I also met with a physical rehabilitation (Supportive Care) doctor. After performing a difficult (due to my abdominal restrictions) exam, the doctor spoke to me about my pain issues. He indicated that there may be some nerve damage &/or some muscular deficits from the mastectomy. Time will tell whether the surgery and physical therapy will be successful at eliminating this chronic pain. Hopefully by the end of my recovery period I will know the full extent if this latest adventure's success (or failure). My surgeon told me to think only of the positives. He commented that I was healing "remarkably well" as my stitches and the wires on my arteries were removed.

We have just returned to KY (at 5 am after driving all night). In 6-8 weeks I will have another follow-up appointment with the surgeon and physical rehabilitation doctor in TX. In this 6-8 weeks I plan to rest and rehabilitate. I will be seeking out physical therapy & some more diagnostic tests locally. I intend to rest first to recover from this traumatic surgery. Then I plan to throw myself into rehabilitation with my customary gusto.

I have received some kind emails from various individuals and groups, including some fellow KSP employees. I am grateful and humbled by any show of support. This support means more to me than I can say. Please keep it coming because this journey is still not over. Without support from people like you, I would not be able to do as well as I do. Thank you!

Friday, October 28, 2011

Waiting in PACU

Right now I'm in the pre-op holding area waiting for my IV and then surgery.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Nervous Nelly thy Name is Erika

Well, tomorrow morning at 515 I will be checking in for my 8-10 hour surgery. I'm marked up like a side of beef. Mom took a photo, but my blog isn't rated for that kind of content. ;-) If you've ever had doctors make a road map on your body with a Sharpie, you know how humiliating & frightening it is. If you haven't experienced it, pray you don't. The humiliation is because at that time you are no longer a person, you are a canvas. The doctors (there were 3 drawing on me) spoke among themselves as if I wasn't conscious. When they acknowledged me, it was to issue orders for me to move a certain way or to try to re-assure me. The reassurances didn't really work. I think the inside of my lip will bear the permanent mark of my teeth. It was all I could do to not cry. The doctors were not cruel or rude in anyway, but being stripped of all clothing except some brief undies & verbally dissected was just kind of hard to take.


Suffice it to save that large portions of my anatomy will be transferred from one location to another & the implants will be canned. Hopefully, the pain from the surgery won't be too bad. Hopefully, the constant pain will leave me.

For the first 48 hours, the transplanted tissue will be checked for appropriate circulation every hour. If circulation is compromised by clots, I will be rushed back to surgery. This failure only happens about 1% of the time. About 50% of those failures are salvageable. Sometimes the flap of transplanted tissue must be removed. After 48 hours the risk of flap failure decreases dramatically. At that point, hematomas, seromas, infections, and poor healing become the threats. With the exception of a severe infection, none of these other concerns are life threatening.

For about 2 weeks I will have to walk slumped over to protect the sutures on my abdomen. The skin from my belly-button to the low-rise waist of my pants & all the fat & some (maybe) of the muscle will be removed. Depending on the amount of muscle taken, the pain, recovery, & permanent functionality of my abdominal muscle will be affected. If much of the muscle is needed my abdominal strength will forever be compromised. It shouldn't be too bad, but it will definitely be another adjustment.

Just the thought is making me sick to my stomach. "Our Father, who art in Heaven..."

If all goes well, by 6 weeks I should have a good idea of whether my constant pain has been alleviated by this surgery. I feel compelled to point out, again, that this constant pain is THE reason for this operation. This surgery is complicated and scary. This surgery is not something I chose lightly because I wasn't satisfied with my appearance or because I chose too large implants out of vanity. The implants chosen for me are the most comparable to my natural breasts. That is the point of reconstruction -- to get back as close to normal/natural as possible. I have just had the misfortune to have excruciating pain with my reconstruction. No one understands my pain, it's origin, or even it's effect on my life. This is basically my last-ditch effort to alleviate the pain. If not for the pain & it's profound effect on my life, I would NOT be having this surgery. However, the truth is that I find myself without real options. Living with the pain has gotten me nothing but grief.

These last 2 weeks of no medication as a precaution against excessive bleeding &/or uncontrollable pain have been hell. Until I quit taking any medication for it, I didn't realize how much my nightly dose helped. However, having constant pain that is already a 6 on a 1-10 (10 = worst) upon waking in the morning is awful. Depending on the activities & stress of the day, by early evening my pain level was often at an 8 or a 9. Trying to work, drive, play with the kids, cook supper, or even take care of myself was monumental. It is my fondest wish & most fervent prayer that this surgery cures my pain or at least minimizes it.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Depression alert

Depression alert: the following is depressing, so if you're already depressed do not read. My cancer has ruined life as I knew it. I leave tomorrow for surgery #5. The pain is intense. The suck factor is major. Yet, I know I have blessings aplenty. It's just hard to see them through this cloud of tears. 

One thing I can tell you is that cancer really let's you sort the true friends from those who only pretend to care about you. Some 'friends' practically run screaming shortly after diagnosis. Some 'friends' are all sympathy & kindness while you're obviously ill & in treatment. The latter are the ones that cause the most pain. You come to rely on having these 'friends' in your corner, but heaven forbid your illness last longer than anticipated. Sadly I've found a few of these so-called 'friends' lately. It's even worse when these 'friends' kick you while you're down. These latter 'friends' are the ones who care when it's convenient for them or when it makes them look good. There are only two ways to keep these 'friends': have a text-book illness & recovery or die.

True friends are the opposite. They wait in the silence until you call on them. They give freely without thinking of the cost or what's in it for them. I've been blessed to have a good number of true friends. I am ashamed by my own lack of action towards some of these true friends. I hate to give excuses, but I have been so focused on my own recovery that I've let some of my true friends sit in the furthest corner of my mind. I think of these true friends when I get depleted of my will to fight. Just knowing there are true, wonderful people out there helps me cope. Thank you to my true friends. I'm sorry I've not been such a great friend back, but I promise that if/when I recover I will thank you to the best of mmy ability. For now you're in my prayers.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Shaking & quaking...

Yesteday I had to drive to Frankfort for a work-related meeting. That's about 3 hours from my house. Of course, the weather chose to drizzle the entire way. Have I mentioned that driving hurts? Well, by the time I arrived at my destination, my hands were shaking with pain. My entire chest, arms, and neck were simply wrung out from the effort of controling the vehicle as I hurtled toward Frankfort. The meeting went well and before I was ready, it was time to make the return trip. Again, the weather was sigularly uncooperative -- drizzle interspersed with somewhat heavy rain. By the time I arrived home I had been gone for 12 hours and driven 400 miles. Andrew had to help me change clothes and cooked supper. He also had a nice fire in the fireplace for me! :-* I love that man!

I'm also still quite nervous about my upcoming surgery. My white blood counts aren't very good. I'm practically quaking with nerves about the possible out-come of this surgery. However, it still remains my best option. I think a combination of the drive yesterday and my pre-surgery nerves (combined with other anxiety inducing situations in my life right now) has produced a headache of tremendous portions. It feels as if my left eye is being clawed from my head and a stake has been driven through my forehead to exit out the back of my skull. Even with pain like this, my PET scan and MRI revealed no abnormalities. That is GREAT news, except it leaves me with debilitating headaches for no apparent reason. However, that is infinitely better than the alternative! ;-)

Monday, October 17, 2011

Anxiously waiting...

This weekend was great, but it was also awful. As I mentioned in my last post, I have begun the 2 week count-down and forced abstinence from almost all medications. Well, this weekend proved to be more than my poor arms, chest, and neck could stand. It's amazing to me that something so simple, like driving or hugging my children, can cause me so much pain. Not to mention that my amazingly healthy children weigh a ton (Simon is 45 lbs while Rachel is a dainty 30 lbs). Last night, I was hurting so badly that I finally broke down and took 1/2 of a muscle relaxer. The muscle relaxer isn't on the list of drugs to be avoided, but it is on a list of drugs that can lower immunity. My white blood cell levels from my oncology appointment on Oct 7 were low. Not low enough to bother Dr. M, but low enough to bother the surgeons at MD Anderson (I know this from my experience in July of 2010).

I've focused a lot on how I may look following this surgery, but looks are NOT the justification for this operation. Pain is the reason. I'm not talking about weekend-warrior-type pain. I'm talking about mind-numbing, excrutiating, debilitating pain. It's a bit difficult to describe, but I'll do my best. The first problem I reach is where to start??? Since I mentioned reaching, I'll start with my arms.

Bend your arms like you're going to do the chicken dance. Feel the area your thumb is pressing on? This area causes me a tremendous amount of pain that defies description. My 2.5cm (about an inch) diameter tumor was in that location on my left side. This area is where the pectoral muscle connects to the upper arm. These muscles, tendons, and ligaments are under a very thin layer of skin for me. There's no fatty tissue present to add a little cushion because my initial surgeon disected out the tumor with very little "margin" (under only spotty local anesthetic). However, the surgeon doing my mastectomy needed to ensure that all the cancerous cells were removed, so she took the "margins" on the left and a similar amount on the right. In other words, she took an extra inch or more of tissue surrounding my entire tumor area. This has left me with a visible "cave" -- the one on the left is deeper and more obvious, but the right is noticable to me as well. Due to my reconstruction surgeon's recommendations, I wear a brassiere 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. As most women know, the cups extend into your under-arm area, including that area where your muscles, tendons, and ligaments must flex. The combination of no cushion on these tissues and pressure from my brassiere on these same tissues causes a peculiar sensation to creep down my arm. On one hand, I want to say its kind of numb and tingly. However, on the other hand, something that's numb should never generate so much sensation. This feeling extends from my under-arm to my elbow all the way down to my ring and pinkie fingers (although sometimes my whole hand is affected). The best way for me to describe it is as hitting your "funny bone". Sometimes this pain is only present when I stretch my arm a certain way. Other times, like now, the sensation is fairly constant. The only variable is how much it hurts and how much of my hand is affected.

From my arms to my collar-bones is a short journey. This pain is probably the easiest to describe, yet the hardest to understand. I constantly feel as if my collar-bones are being pulled upon. Sometimes I can almost envision a set of fingers wrapped around each collar-bone trying to pull them from my chest. The implants I'm carrying around as breasts weigh about 2 lbs each. Two pounds may sound insignificant, but day in and day out the constant weight of 2 lbs can add up to pain -- especially when you consider that the only support these 2 lbs get is from my bra (causation of my arm pain) and/or the skin covering the implants. Unlike natural breasts (or foobs created by using a person's own tissue), implants are not attached to my chest wall or any other support structure. They are suspended primarily by skin and a very thin, stretched-out muscle layer. This constant weight causes pain that goes from tolerable to impossible any time I must lift or carry anything over a couple of pounds. Above I mentioned that neither of my children are under 30 lbs, so even picking up my children has become something that causes me tremendous pain and sadness.

Next in this progression comes my chest. For as long as I can remember, I've always had chest pains. Not of a heart-attack variety, but of an asthmatic variety. Anxiety also causes my chest to get tight and eventually hurt. The pain in my chest is sometimes of this sort, that tight feeling that eventually wears down the muscle fibers until you feel like they're going to fray. That's the best type of chest pain I have. Other times, the tightness has gotten so bad combined with a particular motion (or even laughing) that sends a sharp stabbing pain through my chest. This pain I think is a combination of the implants irritating my chest wall, tension, anxiety, and asthma. Removal of the implants will hopefully remove at least one of these causes.

Pain in the neck comes next, and I don't mean the kids, husband, or work. I literally mean my neck hurts. This pain generally manifests itself after all the other pains have brought my defenses down. The tension from my chest creeps up my neck as the pain continues or worsens. I slump my shoulders, round my back, and tuck my chin to try to protect my painful areas. As my shoulders slump, my bra straps dig into the tender area between my shoulders and base of my neck. The neck pain again defies description. Sometimes it is an extension of my collar-bone pulling pain. Sometimes it is an extension of the "funny bone" pain from my arms. Sometimes it is an extension of the tightness of my chest. Always it is debilitating and exhausting. On a bad day, the pain engulfs not only my neck, but also my lower jaw. Turning my head, eating, or even swallowing become monumental efforts of excrutiating pain.

Again, the line of pain extends to include my head. My head will be much studied tomorrow. I have been having blinding headaches for the past several months. Headaches are nothing new to me, I think I began having them around age 6. Everything including allergies, sinus, migraines, tension, and stress have been given as causes for my past headaches. Sometimes an allergy/sinus pill removes the pain. Sometimes a migraine medicine relieves me. Sometimes 12+ hours of sleep is necessary before I feel human again. Lately, nothing has been working -- not even the narcotic pain relievers. The pain again varies but the worst is when it feels as if a railroad spike has pierced my head right above my eye (sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes both simultaneously) and exited at the base of my skull. This development was noted by Dr. L in Houston with a small bit of concern. She recommended an MRI, "just to be sure" that I haven't experienced a metestasis to my brain. She reassured me that she seriously doubted anything would show up on the MRI. Dr M kind of snorted and said that he'd add a PET scan to the MRI, but that he was just scheduling these tests to set my mind at rest. He cavalierly said something about me being too young and healthy for something like a brain metestasis to occur. Of course, this kind of cavalier attitude has previously been disproved by my initial diagnosis. Tomorrow is the big day for my MRI and PET scan... 730 am my aching head will be visualized repeatedly.

My reasons for describing these various pains I suffer is not to generate sympathy. The purpose is actually two-fold. One, I want to document how I feel right now so I can somewhat objectively compare my current pain to my post-surgical pain. That will be the benchmark that measures a successful operation October 28. Two, I tend to gloss over the pain because I internalize so much of it. Instead of speaking (or writing) about the pain, I pick the fluffy aspects like what I'll look like, mostly to avoid any pity. Another aspect of avoiding the pain issue is that if I verbalize it (whether in writing or speech) I can no longer try to ignore it. Verbalization makes it real and unavoidable. Sometimes verbalization makes the pain the elephant in the room. So far, none of the doctors I've visited have ever experienced a patient quite like me. None of them have ever seen some one with pain issues like me. None of them have ever seen someone who deals with it (the pain, the diagnosis, life, ??) quite like me. What can I say I'm an individual individual! ;-) However, for all my quirks and medical oddities, there is no denying that my pain is real and has reached insurmmountable levels. This is what my current battle is about -- relieving the pain I'm living with constantly, that no one understands.

Friday, October 14, 2011

2 weeks...

I've got 2 weeks left until my next step on this journey. I'm hoping & praying that this will be my last medical step on this journey. The rest of the journey (hopefully) will be one of spirit and mind. :-) Today is the day that a L O N G list of medications becomes taboo, including, but not limited to: ibuprofen, topical pain relievers (IcyHot), narcotic pain relievers, and herbal remedies. I've tried some of everything it seems, but now I have to give them all up until after my surgery.

I've been keeping myself from completely freaking out by psyching myself out about the anticipated results of this surgery. The biggest result sounds pretty vain, but in reality it may be the root of this current problem: smaller foobs. This bonus (which doesn't sound like much of a bonus if you're not a member of the big boobie club) is actually starting to make me look forward to the surgery. Since I wear about a 34DD, my clothing is sometimes stretched beyond its tolerance and/or I must buy things bigger than my frame. Neither of which is flattering. As a matter of fact, the other night I tried on a dress and commented to myself that it'll fit much better once the 'girls' are smaller.

I'm not sure what my abdomen will look like -- its hard to imagine not having the excess skin from my 2 full-term pregnancies. I've accumulated a little bit of squish in a prime location for muffin-top. However, the difficulty I have imagining the front-center squish gone is complicated by the fact that it kind of just wraps around and includes my hips. ;-) To be perfectly honest, I'm pleased with my body shape. Even considering how painful my foobs are, aesthetically they are balanced for my frame. I'm afraid that the smaller (but more real) foobs I will have after surgery will make my body unbalanced. Afterall, 38" hips need a 38" bust to be proportionate in my mind. However, I will be happy if my new foobs produce proportionate pain as my hips.

All this talk about foobs and boobs has gotten me (and my mom) to thinking... Is boob and/or boobies a vulgar term? We're torn about it. I personally use the term foob or boob instead of breast for a couple of reasons. Number one of these is that it's not so stuffy as saying "breast" all the time. I know some people aren't comfortable with either term (breast or boob -- not to mention foob), but breasts (or boobs if you prefer) are a part of our God-given anatomy. I'm as comfortable using the term boob as I am using the term butt. They're kind of on-par with one another. They are both "unmentionable" areas. There are lots of names for both -- some more vulgar than others. As younger children, most people probably giggled excessively when either the formal terms or the slang terms were used. We have gradually become accustomed to using the terms, but still on occasion we giggle at what seems like inappropriate use of the terms (at least I do).

Some of the Breast Cancer Awareness groups have used Boobies to "sell" awareness to the masses. There's the "Feel your boobies" campaign, the "I love boobies" campaign, there's even a photo of a little girl with a slogan on her shirt referring to curing breast cancer before she grows "boobs" I think. If I'm hyper-critical I can see where these campaigns can seem vulgar. However, since my children's pediatrician used the term "boobie-baby" for Simon when he was breast-feeding, I'm much more comfortable with the term than I was previously. Having children, breast-feeding, and my breast cancer have brought me to a whole new level of body-parts. At this point in my life, perhaps I'm a little free with information on a personal level, but I think it's working for me. I probably wouldn't speak to the Pope about my foobs or boobs, but I don't think I'd be comfortable talking to him about breasts period! What do you think?

Saturday, October 1, 2011

26 days and counting... Help needed





Today is the beginning of Respect Life & Breast Cancer Awareness month. October is *my* month, in my opinion, because I've blended the two so well. I respected life (both mine & my unborn baby's) as I fought breast cancer.
The problem is that as much as I wish my journey was complete and I was back to 'normal', that is not the case. In 26 days, I will be going under the knife again. This will make the fifth surgery I've had since my diagnosis. This will be the 2nd attempt to make my reconstruction pain-free. Most breast cancer journeys shown on TV show a woman who is diagnosed, seeks treatment, recovers, & goes on with life with little problem. That is a tremendous understatement of real-life scenarios. I know I'm not the only one who has continued to suffer from their diagnosis long after the rest of the world assumes healing is complete. Few people can understand the overwhelming disruption to life in general. Things that used to be stepping stones become milestones. Life does not simply begin again where it was prior to the diagnosis. I've not stepped into anyone else's shoes, but I know that my journey has been fraught with issues that have ultimately affected every aspect of my life.

With the continued problems (constant pain, numbness, and tingling in my chest, shoulders, neck, and arms) that I've had beyond the extended leave for big issues (chemo while pregnant, more chemo after delivering a healthy baby girl, bilateral mastectomy with immediate expander reconstruction, ovary removal with serious complications, emergency hysterectomy, and 2nd stage reconstruction with implants), I have used all the time I have accumulated myself by going to various doctors as attempts to solve my continued issues. I've been to 2 plastic surgeons, a pain management doctor, my regular doctor, my oncologist, and had various tests run as well as having the assorted illnesses that come with stresses on the body -- migraines, stress headaches, stomach bugs, flu-like symptoms, etc. This will be the fourth time I will be off work for an extended period of time. The people of the great state of Kentucky -- my co-workers and other state employees -- have previously dontated their own sick time to ensure that my family can continue to be supported. At this point, I hesitate to ask (beg) for more donated time since I have received so much. However, I must ensure my family's continued welfare. I am the bread-winner of the family -- all income and insurance comes from my pay-check. Andrew (my husband) has been incapacitated with a debilitating back condition. The doctors can't do much beyond giving him pain medication. He even had to close his shop. As anyone with children knows, they're expensive! ;-) So we have more outgoing funds than incoming.
This next surgery is going to be significantly more involved than my last surgery for reconstruction. We're driving down to Houston on October 25th since my pre-op appointments begin in the morning of the 26th. My surgery is on the 28th. The doctor's estimate is a full week in the hospital following surgery. Then we're planning on about 4-7 days further in Houston for a follow-up appointment before returning home. The drive home will likely take at least 2 days since I will be incredibly tender from the long surgery. Then there will be the recovery time -- 6-8 weeks total (including the week in the hospital). During that time I will be unable to work or do much of anything. I am terribly concerned and anxious about how we will be able to afford all the time off I need to heal properly verses the amount of money all this will take.

I hate asking for a hand-out from anyone in these hard economic times. I hesitate to ask the workers of the state of KY to donate any more of their time -- especially since we all "donated" furlough days to the state last year. I hesitate to ask anyone's help. However, if there's one lesson I've learned during my illness, it is to ask for help when you need it. I need it now. I'm adding a PayPal button* to this blog in the hopes of getting some financial help for this (hopefully) last leg of my journey to wellness. There is also still a local account (Owensboro, KY) at PNC Bank that is named Erika Vandiver's Medical Fund. Asking this of you, my online supporters, gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know so many of you have your own struggles that you deal with daily. I also know that you have lifted me up with thoughts and prayers through this long journey. Your prayers and thoughts have been greatly appreciated and I hope to continue to receive them. However, there is little to be gained by not asking for help when it is needed. Help is needed.

*The PayPal account I'm using is Andrew's. I'm not very active with eBay or PayPal, so my account is quite limited and does not have a debit card for easy access on the road. His email address is MrFixIt@connectgradd.net -- that will probably be the header for the PayPal donation page. For bank statement purposes, the description for the transaction will appear as ERIKAS FUND. Again, thank you for your donation, prayers, and/or thoughts!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Houston bound again...

I just got the return call from Houston scheduling my appointment for Sept 12 with a Dr. Chang. I've sent messages to Dr. L & Dr. K for check-ups as well. That way we'll get more doctors for our time.

Now the issue is figuring out the most cost effective way to travel. Flights on Expedia range from about $375 per person round-trip plus car rental and hotel. Driving takes 19 hours or so & at least $300 of gas plus hotel, not to mention that we don't have a reliable vehicle to drive 900 miles.

If anyone has any bright ideas, PLEASE let me know! :-)

Trade Tears for Fears or Are They One & the Same?

It seems like all I ever do is whine lately. I apologize for that. The sad fact is that I actually do feel worse now than I did 2 years ago pregnant & doing chemo. Back then I at least had the comfort of knowing this phase was transitory & at the end (well, middle of chemo) I would have a beautiful baby girl to cuddle. I was also not stretched so thin between work, home, & health -- nor were my chest muscles stretched so thin. I'm still waiting to hear from MD Anderson about getting a consultation with a plastic surgeon there. The pain and strain continues to build.

Yesterday was a horrible day for me. I spent almost a solid 4 hours crying. I wasn't just crying to myself -- no I had to go & cry in front of the receptionists at the doctor's office, random people at the doctor's office, my direct supervisor, my co-workers, my husband, AND my mom all at different times. For the record: I DO NOT CRY. If I'm crying then the world as I know it has come crashing down upon me. To the outside observer it seems like a simple mistake or a casual dismissal. However, to me it is the straw that broke the camel's back.

My tears yesterday were of pain, frustration, disappointment, fear, stress, and exhaustion. One of the biggest factors is fear though. Almost all the other reasons I cry are based on fear. I'm afraid that I'm just going in circles (frustration). I'm afraid that I'm not taking the right steps (disappointment). I'm afraid that I am not fulfilling all my obligations (stress). I'm afraid that I'm going to miss something (exhaustion). I'm afraid that I'm just going to have to continue living this way. I'm just afraid period. I give myself all the same platitudes & inspirational sayings that frequent Hallmark cards & motivational posters. However, at this point I can't convince myself to believe. I've become jaded and cynical.

Today I resolved to do better. My nails (fingers & toes) are a day-glo bright pink. I'm wearing peep-toe heels (so show off my day-glo bright pink nails). I'm wearing a bright pink shirt. I've plastered a smile in my mind. So far it seems to be working, but I can feel the fear still lurking in the background. I'm trying to be confident that the day-glo bright pink is enough armour to stave off the guerrilla warfare of fear. Mostly, I'm trying to be confident that His invisible shield surrounds me and comforts me. Good luck & God bless!

Thursday, July 7, 2011

July is *the* month!!!

July started with my birthday as usual on the 1st. Then my mom's birthday (the 2nd). Then a 4th of July party on the 3rd, followed by another one on the 4th. Then on the 5th I had my first pain injections. Now today, the 7th, is my cancerversary. Two years ago today I was diagnosed. Two years ago today my life changed for the worse in some ways, but for the better in other ways. On the 8th I'm going back to the plastic surgeon in Louisville for a 2nd opinion on my implant problems. On the 10th it'll be 2 years since I found out Rachel was indeed a Rachel & not a Joshua! On the 14th it'll be 5 years since Andrew proposed to me. On the 15th I get paid! :-D That's just the first 1/2 of the month! Whew - no wonder I'm so tired!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Alternatives

Even people that know me quite well aren't often aware of what goes on behind my cheerful facade. I think to an extent most people are like that. Apparently I'm quite good at it -- that is until I break down completely. I've reached that point. I think **hopefully** I'm balancing out again, so as to not be so depressed and downhearted. However, as soon as I build back up to presenting my cheerful facade, people quickly seem to forget that life is not all unicorns & rainbows for me. I know I'm guilty of doing the same for other people, but my past 2 years have given me a unique perspective on the subject. I've been told lately that I "make it look to easy" so people forget that under the smiles & giddiness ;-) I struggle with a variety of somewhat unusual ailments/difficulties. I'm just pondering the alternatives I have in my life right now.

I'm having some stress at work as a result of the struggles I'm having with my health. That's really hard on me because I'm responsible for bringing home the insurance premiums and such. Since I've been out so much over the past 2 years, I have very little time left. Nor am I any longer the sympathy inspiring bald pregnant girl. My time to take off (vacation, sick, &/or comp) continues to dwindle as I face more doctors appointments to get me healthy again. This leads to...

Stress affects my health more than it probably should. So the stress at work adds to the downward spiral of my health & vice versa. So the more stressed I become about having no time left (for doctors appointments or, heaven forbid, a vacation) the more I need the time off to recover my health. The more time I take for my health, the less time I have at work and therefore the more important every hour is. The more work time I spend, the more I stress and feel unhealthy. Its just a vicious cycle.

I went to my plastic surgeon again Tuesday with my increased pain. The answers I got were/are not promising. Dr. S's 'solution' is to do another surgery with capsulorophy (shrinking the pocket the implant sits in) and using smaller implants. The theory is that this might help the pain in my upper chest, neck, and shoulders. However, the issues that cause that pain (retracted pectoral muscles, lack of muscular support of the implants, super stretchy skin, and difficulty fitting bras) will most likely not be fixed. The only thing the new surgery will fix is the additional weight since she's recommending I down-size from 700ccs to 350-400ccs. I'm not concerned about the smaller size. The concern I have is that without fixing the musculature issues I'm having, the pain will continue. Even Dr. S admits that there's a good chance the smaller implants will do the same thing these larger ones have (stretch the skin and bottom out). Another surgery that may or may not actually fix my issue may also cause other issues. The more times the skin covering my foobs is disturbed the more likely it is that I'll suffer from loss of circulation -- leading to skin death and/or capsular contracture -- leading to another surgery to correct it.

One of her other fixes for my situation is to send me to a pain management doctor for trigger point injections in the juncture of my breast-bone and ribs. Since I turn 30 next week, I'm not a big fan of already having the necessity of a pain management doctor being among the first things recommended. That implies, to me, that for the rest of my life I'm going to have this pain to deal with. I know people live with pain for much of their lives on a daily basis. However, most people I know don't deal with a pain level of 7-8 on a 1-10 scale on a constant daily basis that is exacerbated by normal activities like stretching, getting something off an upper shelf, or (heaven forbid) picking up a child at this age. I also have the fore-knowledge that typically I don't react to pain medications as expected. Strong pain medicine may block a portion of my pain, but the major effect it has is to make me drowsy. If medication is only going to make me drowsy I cannot function well enough to work... Thereby circling back to paragraphs two and three above.

To defend Dr. S, I did call MD Anderson to see about speaking to another plastic surgeon since mine moved away from MD Anderson. His opinion -- relayed to me through a very nice patient advocate -- was that a) without seeing me they can't say anything, b) plastic surgery is unlikely to reduce my pain, and c) a pain management specialist may be my best option. The very nice patient advocate did give me the names & numbers of two recent Fellows from MD Anderson that have since moved closer to KY. She also advised me to contact my original plastic surgeon -- the other Dr. S -- that did my initial reconstruction. He has moved to John Hopkins, but has maintained his speciality of reconstruction.

Today I went to the chiropractor. I'm not a big fan of chiropractics, but it seems preferable to really big needles going into my chest with mind-numbing medications coursing through my body. Plus, any port in a storm seems viable when the pain gets bad enough. I have been adjusted by this chiropractor before -- 3 years ago before Simon was born -- so I knew he was a pretty straight-forward guy. I really wasn't that hopeful, but I decided to just lay it all out without sugar coating anything. To be honest, some of my issues do strike me as being nerve related & that could tie into chiropractics. So they x-rayed my back & discovered a slight left-right curve to my spine between my shoulder blades. More discussion followed and then I got adjusted. I'm actually slightly more comfortable now (I think) than I was before I went. They want to see me again tomorrow and Monday to make sure things stay the way they're supposed to I guess. I'm still having some numbness & tingling down my arms, but I'm unsure whether that is back related or bra/implant/muscle related.

I'm also checking with a theraputic massage practicioner. I've had a really difficult time finding any documentation of the pectoral retraction problem Dr. S indicates I have that is probably causing my pain. That disheartens me. I'm hoping that the theraputic massage masters have heard of the issue and have come up with some way to alleviate some of the pain without resorting to crazy medications. Overall, the stresses of daily life, work, & health have put me down for the count. I'm trying to get up, but feel like I get kicked while I'm down or trying to get up. Hopefully something will give soon. I appreciate prayers, thoughts, words, etc. So please keep them coming. I know without God's support present through you I could not have made it this far. I'm struggling to live up to the expectations I've given myself and that I feel I owe everyone else.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Reality bites

I really hate to be a Debbie Downer, but right now reality is biting my @$$. I try very hard to present the positive attitude and aspects of what I've been through and continue to fight. Apparently, I do really good job most (if not all the time) -- according to how some people perceive me and my situation. Let me explain the realities I face as of now.

1) Cancer is not fun nor is there a quick fix. There is the initial time where the patient is in limbo -- not knowing what will happen next and fearing the worst, while hoping for the best. Then treatment options are presented. The vast array of treatments and the consideration of their myraid side-effects is mind-blowing. Then treatments begin with their own time-line. Eventually treatments end. However, simply surviving the treatments does not mean the patient is back to their normal self. No, the treatments leave their own marks. There is also the ever-present fear of cancer returning or striking somewhere else. No cancer patient that I know (I know many) can truly know they will never get cancer again. We can never know if, when, or where it will strike us again. Therefore, even though I put on a happy suviving face, the fear lodges itself in my heart. This manifests itself as anxiety/panic attacks for me. Most times I can beat it back and truly believe we are cured. However, often, a twinge of pain here, a memory lapse there, etc and I ask myself -- is it back?

2) Chemotherapy only last a finite amount of time, yes. Some of the effects are only temporary - hair loss being the most obvious. Others have longer-lasting effects, but do eventually heal -- for me my blood counts were slow to recover post chemotherapy, but now are at (theoretically) optimal levels. However, some other side-effects (neuropathy, chemo-brain, and random bone pain) can last a lifetime. To my knowledge there is little, if anything, a patient can do to lessen the risk of these long-lasting side-effects or heal them once they arrive. I suffer from chemobrain - loss of some memory capabilities. I also have neuropathy - loss of sensation and/or super sensation (burning in my case) of my fingers and toes. I also suffer from deep bone pain at random times.

During treatment, I tried to make light of the situation even as I tried to explain the truth behind what really happens. Making light of a situation does not lessen the severity of the situation, nor does it mean a darker side is not present as well. The darker side may manifest in obvious side-effects, but the dark can also linger in more hidden areas of the patient's life. There is no denying the lingering presence of chemotherapy, however, it is not spoken of in polite company. It is not something that displays itself. Some doctors even deny the occurrance of some of the side-effects. Most doctors simply shrug their shoulders and insist that these lingering side-effects are simply a normal part of life. Someone like me, with a young family, many years ahead of her (hopefully), and a career tries to overcome these lingering side-effects. However, some are so detrimental to the psyche and body that they disrupt my sense of 'normal.'

3) Surgeries are transient, yes. However, there are multiple surgeries involved (in most cases). Many of these surgeries involve multiple systems. Any disruptions to these systems can devestate the body's ability to recover, adapt, and heal. Each surgery carries with it known and unforeseen risks. Each surgery can have less than stellar outcomes. Not to mention that no surgery (in my experience) can truly bring the body back to its natural and healthy state.

As a breast cancer patient I lost a 'non-essential' part of my body - my breasts. However, as a woman and mother, I feel that those 'non-essential' body parts are actually a physical sign of what I am -- a woman and mother. Therefore, I cannot simply shrug my shoulders and continue without them. That puts me in a dreadful predicament -- reconstruction. A large percentage of reconstructions, no matter what the method, are entirely and wonderfully successful. However, a smaller percentage, while not completely failures, lack the carefree features that nature bestows upon women. Actually, to be honest, even women who count their reconstructions (or lack thereof) to be successful are not always as pleased as they were before cancer struck them.

Again, I tried to make light of these problems. Using the term "foob" instead of implant or reconstructed breast was one way. Focusing on the vanities associated with breasts was another way of making light of the decisions and difficulties I've had. I am not my breasts, foobs or otherwise. I am a whole person that has been made physically less (since I lost quite a bit of breast tissue as well as ovaries and my uterus). However, I try to remain up-beat. I don't want to whine. I don't want sympathy or pity. Heck, sometimes I really don't know what I want except to be normal.

To be honest, a portion of my concern originally was image-related. I did not think I would look like a woman with implants. However, at this point, my complaints are physical. Its not that I have no sensation and the appearance of my implants (and chest) is undesirable; its that I'm in almost constant pain from them. They are heavy and pull at my collarbones, neck, and shoulders. They shift and create tension in some of my muscles. They don't move like natural breasts because they are encapsulated instead of free tissue. The implants themselves aren't the only problem. I also lack the natural 'cushioning' the body has on my breastbone. With two young children, elbows, knees, fingers, arms, heads, etc flail around and strike my breastbone with painful regularity.

4) Having cancer does not mean other aspects of your life gives you a time-out. No, bills continue to be due (and mount to extravagent sums). Children continue to need care and their needs are ever-changing. Jobs require consideration -- especially if that job is responsible for the family's health insurance and financial security. Other family members have their own catastrophies. Other catastrophies can fall upon the patient as well. So even if cancer was simply a short-term ailment, life does not stop to let you recover. In reality, an entire life is affected. That life affects other lives -- families, friends, co-workers, and even strangers. Cancer is like a domino game -- the outcome can be beautiful when viewed from a distance, but devastating to those being knocked down one by one.

5) In a previous post I detailed what survivorship meant to me. I can't remember (chemobrain) if I mentioned that every cancer patient I've 'met' simply wants to be 'normal' again. It's not that we want special status of 'survivors' or to remind everyone of our infirmities. It's that we (or at least I) want to be like I was before. A woman. However, (at least for me) each time I feel the weight of my implants pull me down, each lost memory or word from chemobrain, each time my fingers and toes burn or lack feeling, etc I am reminded of what I am now as opposed to what I was 2 years ago. Honestly, I wasn't entirely happy with my body (vanity-wise) 2 years ago. However, at least then I could stand in front of the mirror and know that everything was God's body design for me. Now if I stand in the mirror, I see scars and cancer consequences. Heck, I can't even look in the mirror at myself au naturale because I have to wear a bra 24 hours a day 7 days a week or else feel pain.

6) I know that everyone changes, sometimes in good ways, but sometimes also in bad ways. Most of these changes are expected and gradual. I have people older than me constantly telling me something like, "Oh just wait, you're going to gain weight, you won't be able to do this or that, you'll lose your memory, your breasts will sag, or whatever." A lot of times, this is said almost gleefully (at least that's my perception), as if the person has already experienced these changes and simply wants me to suffer the same way they are. The same thing happens to pregnant women. Stories come out of the wood-work about horrible morning sickness, late-term miscarriage/stillbirths/fetal deaths, immense pain with delivery, etc.

This 2 year journey for me has been nothing but unexpected and sudden. Unlike the pregnancy (and aging) stories of woe, you seldom find cancer patients talking about how horrible chemo or surgery is with new cancer patients. Most frequently side-effects are glossed over by declaring what a wonder drug XX is or by saying, "You'll look just as gorgeous without your hair." Seldom do cancer patients waiting for chemo share their constant nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, neuropathy, severe bone aches, etc with others in the waiting room. Nor do patients coming in for their 4-month, 6-month, or yearly check-up list the side-effects of their treatments they still suffer. This is a good thing, but it is also bad because in my experience, it fosters a false sense of security. In a way I was tremendously lucky and dealt with my chemo better than mom. However, I was also unlucky in other ways. There is NO way to predict who will suffer from this or that. Nor is the onset of these issues gradual. You begin treatment and immediately you experience some of the side effects, while others (like hair loss) don't become obvious until weeks later.

In essense, just because I am a 'survivor' does not mean my battle is over. I still face sometimes insurmountable issues that are not obvious. Every cancer survivor has their own scars and continuous battles they face. While we want to be just like everyone else, in the back of our minds is always the knowledge that we are not - we will always have to fight something that came from this disease. However, once we are 'cancer-free' the public loses interest in us. We are no longer brave warriors. We are just survivors. I'm sure military veterans, other disease survivors, etc feel the same. I can't speak about them, I can only speak for myself. Treat me as you would have prior to my diagnosis, but know that just because I'm winning doesn't mean the battle is over.

My Chemo-Jane hair-style

My Chemo-Jane hair-style
I just had to have my mom buzz my hair because it was falling out so badly.

Pre-op wearing my hand-crocheted cap with my prayer shawl.

Pre-op wearing my hand-crocheted cap with my prayer shawl.
My loving husband is watching me distract myself with a game on his iPhone.

2 days after my BMX w/ 100ccs in the TEs

2 days after my BMX w/ 100ccs in the TEs
I even have a fashionable belt to hold up my drains.

3 weeks post-op w/ 400ccs in each TE

3 weeks post-op w/ 400ccs in each TE
The smile is fake because the TEs were irritating!