Sunday, July 20, 2014

Thanks but...



When I was pregnant with Aidan I wanted to know as much as I could about pregnancy, labor and birth, so I decided to take a lamaze class.

The teacher, Harriet, was about 75 years old. She was 5 feet tall with jet black hair. In addition to knowing lamaze backward and forward Harriet also had lots of interesting stories about how birth used to be in the city.

She told us about illegal home births in Manhattan and in the outer boroughs where groups of women would gather at the laboring woman's home and all help the baby earthside. She shared with glee the first time a man (gasp!) was in the laboring room with his wife. He handcuffed himself to his wife's bed and refused to give up the key. And then there was that time when they all protested in front of city hall to advocate for a birthing center in Manhattan.

All this went down in the late 60's and early 70's and from what I could gather these acts of civil disobedience brought about a sea-change in maternity care in the city. What started them down this radical path? It was for many reasons, but I think it was primarily because western medicine had overstepped its bounds with regards to birthing.

As I have shared before on this blog, having cancer, in so many ways, is like being pregnant and just as those birth radicals observed and responded to the over-medicalization of birth, so have I seen the tendency toward the over-treatment of cancer, and I am responding.

Don't get me wrong, cancer can kill you, so its best to make sure to treat it until it's gone but continuing to treat after the cancer has been cured? I'm not convinced. Which is why I flew all the way to Philadelphia to speak with Dr. Lawrence Solin after I found an article he wrote about this very topic.

Dr. Solin, it turns out, was the perfect person to see. He told me that every opinion could be supported with the current research which says, yes, no and maybe, someone should receive radiation after a mastectomy, depending on the specifics of their situation.

After he said this he want to on talk to me about my cancer and my treatment and about what makes my situation a-typical: I had chemotherapy first.

Rather than go though the details of all the relevant studies and the specifics about my cancer and course of treatment like Dr. Solin did for me, I share with you an excerpt from the paper which helped me make my decision about radiation:

"Similarly, in 102 patients undergoing mastectomy with clinically positive nodes before neoadjuvant chemotherapy and pathologically negative nodes afterward, the risk of chest wall and regional nodal recurrence was between 0% and 10.8%. These locoregional recurrence rates fit into a low-risk category of patients who are unlikely to experience improved overall survival from radiotherapy."

Translation into English: when a gal with Stage 2 cancer has chemo first and it cures her cancer, like completely cures it, like on a cellular level, her risk of recurrence is between 0% and 10.8% and radiation can't make it any lower, because there is nothing lower than zero.

Whereas the short and long-term side-effects from radiation are pretty significant and the risk of getting at least some of those side-effects is pretty high, way higher than 10.8%.

So, thanks Radiation Oncologist, but, I think I'll pass and stick to getting my radiation the old fashioned ways: from space or from a tanning bed

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

What do you think?


News flash: headed to PA today via NYC to meet up with a Dr who specializes in answering questions about Radiation that I have. Specifically, do I need it? Like, really need it? 

The Drs here can't come to a consensus and since I'm not a Dr I need another perspective. 

So, I called an audible, scored a free flight, and am in route to the East coast.

Fingers crossed that I can get some solid info because no matter how much I like my local Dr, I'm not undergoing anything based on someone's spidey sense. Just sayin.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

The Morning After

Yesterday afternoon I had my surgery. One doctor removed my breast and the other partially rebuilt it again.

It all went very smoothly, so I am told.

This morning I'm in pain,  but hungry and no nausea, which is progress.

More medical facts when I'm up for it. Just wanted to let you all know I am well.

Love and hugs all around.


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

One Hour at a Time

"...first you decide what you gotta do, then you go out and do it, and maybe the most that we can do is just to see each other through it..."

Ani DiFranco


This one goes out to my Tuesday Women's group. You have been holding me through this. Whenever I feel alone in this, I hear this song and you all are right there with me. For this I am so grateful.



Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Let's talk a little more about my breasts




When you're diagnosed with breast cancer what you don't realize is how much time you'll spend talking about your breasts. I have, in fact, spent so much time talking about my breasts that its a subject I'm rather tired of. 

Today however I will have to spend just a little more time on this topic. This may be the most important conversation that I'll have because I'm seeing a woman who will, hopefully, reconstruct my body after I've had my breast removed next week.

You know what they say, when life gives you lemons, made lemonade. Or, you know, grapefruit-ade, or melon-ade. Or whatever. 




Wednesday, June 4, 2014

That Funny Feeling




Peripheral Neuropathy = my internal alarm clock alerting me that I haven’t rested enough. Good times.


Monday, June 2, 2014

Slow and Low

                                     

On more than one occasion I've found myself realizing I'm done with chemo. Then, right after that, I realize I'm smiling. Then after that, I realize I need a nap.

Mainly because when you finish chemo it doesn't finish with you. The side effects may last up to a year. 

Yea, you read that right, one year. The nastier ones last much longer but hopefully that doesn't apply for me.

So friends, I'm taking it easy and will be for a while.

 In other words, if you can't find me, I'm outside laying on my lounge chair with my priorities straight.