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Today's date 6th May 2015
A year ago today I was diagnosed with lobular breast cancer. The first time I cried that day was late at night lying in bed cuddling my little lady, wondering how on earth I was going to tell her.
The next morning I woke up and knew that I was going to do everything I needed to get through this for her.
With the help and support of all of my friends, family and the fantastic staff at Guys Hospital I got through the lumpectomy, the BRCA2 diagnosis, the chemo and the double mastectomy.
A year later I can thank my lucky stars that I'm still here, I can look back and say "I did it..!"
My breast cancer story cannot be told without also sharing my granddaughter's story. I was diagnosed with stage 1b (HER2 positive) breast cancer in January 2013. My family gathered to celebrate the results of my pathology report following my second lumpectomy which showed I had clear margins and no lymph node involvement, we were ecstatic. But the joy was short lived when two days later my youngest granddaughter was diagnosed with stage 4 Hepatoblastoma (liver cancer) which had metastasized to her lungs at only 17 months old. The tumor inside her liver was the size of a football. Suddenly my cancer felt like I had merely fallen and scraped my knee. My granddaughter became my inspiration and showed me what a real hero looks like. There could be no pity parties or complaints about the side effects of receiving chemo every three weeks when I watched her receive it every week and then go inpatient for the really serious chemo every three weeks. I never complained about my neuropathy when I watched my granddaughter holding the hospital wall and limping without complaint on her way to the Ronald MacDonald room to play. And I never complained about my loss of hair when she lost her beautiful red hair ahead of mine. She had no fear, she didn't even know that this was not the way life is supposed to be! She underwent two six hour surgeries, one to remove 60% of her liver and her gall bladder (the cancer had spread there too) and the other for a biliary reconstruction to repair a bile leak. After ten days in intensive care and a week at home she could squat to her heels and stand back up like every other toddler. She underwent a second regimen of chemo, more intense than the first, and the spots on her lungs vanished. She had a 100% chance of losing some or all of her hearing from the chemo and she lost none. My granddaughter showed me how to not just be a Survivor but also a Thriver.....you can do it too!
One year ago today I went to Lewis Gale with my girls Crystal and Mary. We all had pink hair fresh nails, I even had daisies on my toes. I checked in waiting on this faze to start. I don't remember anything from surgery but I remember going into my room finding them girls napping in my bed (that was great). I was lucky after having my mastectomy only staying one day. When Crystal took me home she got me settled in then went after my meds. Crystal took me to doctor visits, changed bandages, repack winds when needed, brought me dinner, washed my hair when needed and so many more things while taking care or her own house, 2 kids, 2 dogs, 2 cats and her hubby. Crystal helped me sooo much for months and still does. I could NEVER thank her enough!
After healing up I got my port and started chemotherapy. That made for long days and feeling exhausted for weeks/months. Yes Crystal did what she could to help. I remember about week after first treatment having a hand full of hair, I don't know why but I was a mess....Crystal came running and with her support I shave my head.
Now this is me a year later and I'm still rocking...yeahhhh Happy Anniversary to me
29/09/14 I was diagnosed with 'the dirty C word' at the age of 30. 2 days later I had a nipple sparing bilateral mastectomy with 18 Lymph nodes removed, 2 were found cancerous. The cancer was 30mm & oestrogen receptive. I did IVF & froze 4 eggs before starting 6 rounds of chemo in November. My last chemotherapy was on 19/02/15. 01/14/15 I started breath-hold radiotherapy at Peter MacCallum 5 days a week for 5 weeks. My last radiotherapy is on the 06/05/15!
For the most part of this crazy journey i've stayed pretty positive with moments of frustration. It's pretty rare for me to even think 'why me?' when i understand there are soo many people in the world who are worse off. There will always be someone else who is worse off than you. I also have a pretty good understanding that a lot of your suffering can be mental. The more positive you are, the easier it is to cope and for the people around you to cope.
There is still the odd day where I do find it pretty tough, especially when you're fatigued. Some mornings I don't want to get out of bed. I want to close my eyes and wake up to how things were before, or wake up when all these hospital visits are over.
I wouldn't say that I'm glad that this happened to me. What I do know is that, it's changed how I see things and a lot of people. I have a greater appreciation for the good people in my life and an even lesser tolerance for others. I realised that my time is precious and you just never know when something unexpected could take what is currently your life away from you or someone you love.
In 2006 at the age of 35 my sister passed away from breast cancer and left her four boy's the youngest was just a few month's old. This was devastating She was my only sister and she was my hero. My mother promised her that she would keep all of her boy's and look after them. Four years later my mother had a seizure and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor told me it was brain metastasis.
How could i tell the children this news? They lost their mother now their grandmother. What about me.. My only sister is gone.. Now my mother too!! I spent the next few month's taking my mother to chemotherapy and radiation. Within a year of diagnosis she passed away. I then became stronger than I've ever been or thought I could be. I took care of my son and my sister's youngest two children. Life is full of many struggles and hardship, let's face it life just isn't fair and the odds are definitely not always in our favor. I was faced with a great deal of responsibilities sometimes more than i could handle.
However things started to look up for me, I was on a popular television show and I started hosting. One night Aug 2014 I felt a lump.. I immediately began to cry. I knew In My heart it was cancer! I cried for my boy's that night, all I could do is think about them and how this will hurt them. A biopsy confirmed it was cancer! I started making appointments immediately. I got a second opinion on everything! Now I am 35 and have stage 2 breast cancer with lymph node involvement. I decided to get chemo first then have a lumpectomy and all lymph nodes removed and the final step will be radiation. After 8 rounds of chemo bi-weekly my tumor had shrunk so small the doctor couldn't feel a thing. The test from my surgery showed NO signs of cancer. I am currently undergoing radiation treatment. I feel hopeful and thankful!
I was diagnosed with breast cancer, estrogen + and HER2Nu +, for my birthday in February 2010. Here are some prescriptions that I received that I know can help anyone on his / her cancer journey:
1. FAITH - can't have enough of that. He will be with you and will carry you when you can't find the strength to stand on your own. Romans 15:13.
2. ATTITUDE / LIVE FOR TODAY - We never know when or how we will die, but we can choose how to live. Attitude is such a positive.
3. SLEEP - don't fight it. As we sleep, we are healing.
There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed that she had only three hairs on her head. "Well, I think I'll braid my hair today." She did and had a wonderful day.
The next day, she saw that she had only two hairs and said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." She did and had a grand day.
The next day, she noticed that she had only one hair and said, "I'm going to wear a pony tail today." She did and had a fun day.
The next day she didn't have a hair on her head. She said, "Yippeeee--I don't have to fix my hair today."
5. PRAYER - Prayer is the key to the morning and the bolt on the door at night.
It is not an easy journey, and each one of has to find her way, but we are NOT alone. I am now a five-year survivor, and God is using me to help other women coming behind me. We have helped over 1200 women and 6 men in 4 1/2 years through The Sparkle Caps Project. Paying it forward through the charity I founded is part of the healing process for me.
Our mother was diagnosed with stage 1 breast cancer 8 years ago which, may I add, she is doing absolutely FANTASTIC!! To show our support for her, my sister and I decided to surprise her with this tattoo to show how much she truly means to us. We decided to make it even more personal of a tattoo by putting the word “Mom", located inside the ribbon, in her own handwriting! These past 8 years have been a lot of ups and downs but our strong faith in the Lord and each other always finds a way to conquer those low times! I thank God and cherish every day we are able to spend another day as a family, I love you more than words can express mom!
I felt a lump in 2010 but when it didn't want to go away, I went to my gynecologist in January 2011 and sent me for surgery. I was 37 then. Feb and March I had 2 operations because it was stage 1 breast cancer in grade 3 already. After operations I went through 6 chemo therapy and just after that 6 weeks of radiation. No breasts removed, only cut out. I was also told I'm not allowed to fall pregnant because I got hormonal cancer for which I have to take Tamoxifen everyday. Just 6 weeks ago I went for a full hysterectomy. I thank God for all the support from friends and family, and giving me a lovely understanding husband who I married to 4 Oct 2014. Not one of us got any kids but we grateful I'm still very much alive!!!
I was 32 when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2008. My daughter was 3 years old. The dr's couldn't believe it cause I was so young. I always tell people it's the best thing that happened to me because I change my outlook on life. I changed my priorities and I'm a much happier person. It's been 7 years and I'm healthy and more importantly I'm alive. I'm not allowed to have any more children but I have a chance to see my beautiful daughter grow up
I was 39 when I had a car accident in August 2013. A driver went into me and I had whiplash and seatbelt bruising on my breast. A month later I went to the doctor as I discovered a lump deep in my breast. She suspected it was a blood clot or damaged breast tissue but referred me to have a mammo. The specialist suspected the same and I had to wait another week for a mammo. When I had the mammo I was called next door for ultrasound and then a biopsy still thinking it's all because of the accident. A week later I had to go back for results with devastating news. An Invasive ductal carcinoma grade 2 hormone positive 5-7cm. Lymph glands positive. The breast specialist offered me 5 months chemo first to reduce size of lump and lumpectomy which failed to remove margin, so then I was told I had to have a mastectomy. I opted to have both removed with immediate reconstruction followed by 3 weeks radiotherapy and 10 years tamoxifen.
My babies kept me going through my tough treatment and now Ive been given the clear. I'm thankful to my husband friends and family who supported me and the stories from others that gave me support and hope.