October is known for many things, but the one that has my thoughts and my heart, is Breast Cancer Awareness month.
2014 started out as a great year for me but soon April came and , it took a turn, for what I thought at the time and for months afterwards, for the absolute worst. Easter weekend was a special one for our family as we gathered for a weekend of festivities! My oldest brother and his wife, were blasting off to New Zealand on a new adventure for 2 years, and my Mom was about to celebrate her 85th birthday!!
It turned into a nightmare of epic proportions, but it also taught me to learn how to live and how to cope with my mental health and other issues.
May 2014 was my 50th birthday and I had plans to make it a BIG one, if you know what I mean!! I was slated to get my mammogram but I had put it off as I was dealing with bigger fish in my mental health. I put it off for AN ENTIRE YEAR!! Can you imagine!!!
May 2015, my family doctor called and chastised me for not getting it down a year ago, so off I went and made an appointment!! I was twisted, bent and moved in to all kinds of weird and funky positions, that I just wanted it to be over with. I remember the tech saying “Don’t be surprised if you get a recall phone call as that is standard procedure, so don’t worry.”
That call came but it also came with an “you have an appointment in London with Dr. Rajgopal.” No explanation, no nothing, just a message left for an appointment. Now how deflating is that do you imagine? There was not an explanation when I called my family doctor other than “just go.” Imagine how much your mind wanders, and wanders and then wanders some more when you think there is no place else for it to wander off to.
So off I went with my hubby in late July and met a really nice doctor, not realizing until he came in, that he was a surgeon at the Breast Cancer Health Centre at St. Joseph’s Hospital in London. He explained that there was a rather significant lump in my left breast against my chest wall and he would like to do some biopsies to make sure all was good. How in the hell did that appear? How come I never felt it? What the $&^# is going on. He assured me that the tech in Goderich, did a fantastic job in finding it as it was in a very tricky spot.
So long story short, my girlfriend took me in late August to have some biopsies done. Now that is an interesting process where you get bent and twisted some more, but they do provide freezing and to be honest, I was deep in to my meditation that I fell asleep only to be woken up about 20 minutes later. The staff informed me that they did 8 different biopsies and the results would be in the next few weeks!
We got the results of the biopsies in mid September and all was clear. Whew, a relief indeed!! However, my surgeon is one that is extremely proactive and he suggested that I have surgery to remove the lump as “hell you don’t need it there.” and we agreed. Surgery got booked for December 1st, 2014 as it was not an urgent case.
Surgery came and went and then the results on December 15th and that is a day I will never forget. We were fairly certain all was good and then the floor fell from beneath us. My husband was with me holding my hand and when the surgeon AND the nurse walked in, my heart sank to a depth I truly did not know existed and it took a long time for me to drag it back out. The surgeon sat quietly for about 2 minutes and then sat rather apologetically, “I am as stumped as I have ever been in my career, as I truly believed that there was nothing to be concerned about. But, inside the 2 cm lump, was a tumour of cancer.” CANCER CANCER CANCER WTF? That hit me like a ton of bricks and my response “how is that possible there has not been any dramatic weight loss.”
My cancer tumour was the size of the end of a pen/pencil in a 2cm size lump!! My cancer was an Estrogen based cancer that meant it was a good one to get (if there is such a thing). My cancer meant it was not aggressive, that it did not bind with any other cells other than estrogen. My cancer was Stage 1. My cancer was Grade 1. My cancer in that lump now meant I had to have a second surgery. My cancer meant a sentinel node biopsy now and on December 29th, 2014, I had that surgery! My cancer meant I now I have 2 scars on my left breast. My cancer was beatable. My cancer did not spread to my lymph nodes. My cancer meant 15 doses of radiation. My cancer meant starting off 2015 off work and seeking treatments. My cancer was not going to beat me nor was it going to win at any cost. My cancer was caught early.
My cancer journey was such a steep learning curve and made me ask questions every day when receiving my radiation treatments. My cancer was journey was short compared to some horror stories you hear and read about. My cancer keeps me going back for annual mammograms. My cancer has made me help and support people that are going through their own journey now.
I am blessed that the events of April 2014 did happen because, that tumour may never have been found and left to grow and rear her ugly head when least expected.
My cancer was named “Beatable” and that is how I chose to live my life now!! You are and were “Beatable” you miserable little bitch!!
So ladies and gents, under no circumstance fret about a squishing of the breasts, because for the short period of time it is uncomfortable, will sure as hell outweigh hearing those words
“YOU HAVE CANCER.”
Be your own advocate and check them!! And if you notice something strange, be proactive instead of reactive!!
So yes, October holds a special place in my heart!!