seven years

Today is exactly 7 years to the day that I am officially breast cancer free. It has been a crazy seven years.

And I will say it again, that everything since breast cancer has been an amazing journey.

Life is good. I am alive. I celebrated by having lunch with a very dear friend from high school. While we were out I found the quote that is the screenshot closing this post. It seemed oddly fitting.

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so here we are

It’s the end of March. It has been a long and snowy winter. And with spring having just arrived, it’s time to start the next round of breast cancer related appointments.  That is how I begin the season of renewal and rebirth.

First up will be the mammogram.  Then the oncologist.  Then hopefully I will be free and clear for another six months to a year.

I make my appointments. I keep my appointments. I love my care team and I still get anxious.  It is a crazy thing, but I do.

Life and time march on.  I am one of the lucky ones. I know that and am thankful for it every day.

I never told you guys that my sweet man and I made it legal in November, 2017.  I will admit finding a dress was a challenge thanks to the lopsided post-breast cancer breasts of it all.  But in the end, the right dress found me and it all worked out.  We had an awesome day and we were surround by people from every stage of our lives that we love very much.

My friend who is a milliner made me white silk poinsettias to wear in my hair since I am not a veil person.  We had a surprise wedding.  We invited people to a holiday party.

It is almost 7 years since you my dear readers, and I began this journey.  I know I do not write very often at this point, but I do think of you and your encouragement over the years.

And I will write soon.


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a word about pink trains and breast cancer

The author of this article I am about to link this post to writes the most wonderful articles and the Wyeth Family has done so much for Chester County, Pennsylvania and are indeed a National Treasure.

But as an almost 7 year breast cancer survivor (June if I am so blessed), this pink thing on the part of the Brandywine Conservancy and Museum of Art seems more about pandering to the Wyeth family than actuality drawing attention to breast cancer and supporting all of those dealing with it, living with it, surviving it.

I am truly sorry that Victoria Browning Wyeth is fighting breast cancer (wouldn’t wish it on anyone), but this display? It’s not about fighting breast cancer it’s about one family.

Don’t misunderstand me, I applaud those who support anyone through this disease BUT if it were truly about breast cancer it would be tied to something that raised funds for breast cancer research, treatment, or did something for the comfort of breast cancer patients at nearby Chester County Hospital (as one example off the top of my head.)

It would be fabulous if Ms. Wyeth and Brandywine Conservancy and Museum of Art would re-think this pink train thing. Do something that does more than something that feels like an exclusive mutual admiration society. Millions are affected by breast cancer. If you want to keep it local, partner with an organization like Chester County Hospital and resist pink pandering.

My opinion on this will not win me any friends in my home county, but I am unapologetic in my assertion that people need to think before they pink. Even with the best and most honorable of intentions.

Chadds Ford Live: Museum trains on track to battle breast cancer
Posted by Kathleen Brady Shea on January 21st, 2018

The Brandywine Conservancy and Museum of Art has given procrastinators reason to rejoice: Its popular holiday model trains will be displayed through Sunday, Jan. 28.

Even better, the unprecedented extra time comes with an addition to the Brandywine Railroad O-gauge extravaganza: a train car that promotes breast-cancer awareness….Stewart said that Dave Jensen, a veteran of the train display, added the breast cancer awareness car last week. “I asked him if it had any significance, and he said he put it up for personal reasons since he has a friend who is battling cancer now and in general to highlight breast-cancer awareness,” Stewart said.
Since May 2016, Victoria Browning Wyeth, the youngest member of the renowned Wyeth family, has publicized her battle with breast cancer in an attempt to help others. The granddaughter of Andrew and Betsy Wyeth said this week that Jensen contacted her to let her know about the addition that she and others had inspired.

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stop calling!

Since it is no great secret that I think “breast cancer charities” that employ compensated solicitation callers (cold callers) are the scum of the earth, you think they would stop calling me right?

But no…. they don’t. So I called the above number’s headquarters this afternoon. The Breast Cancer Charities of America in Texas.

I never signed up for anything of theirs, I never attended any of their events, and I certainly haven’t given them any donations. Yet they magically know I am a breast cancer survivor.

Sorry that still bugs me over six years later.

I got some perky pony on the phone. In her up-talk voice she had to tell me that they operate these solicitation calls through a third-party and it takes a while to get them removed. So I gave her the 411: I’m putting her on my blog and I have been requesting to be removed from their list for months.

Good charities don’t do this. Period.

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#pinktober truths

Ahh #Pinktober. Ask most women who have had the disease, and who are still in treatment for the disease how they feel about a month-long barrage of cheap pink marketing ploys and they will tell you they dislike the farce.

I am a very lucky six year survivor. But my nouveau reality is not pink and fluffy.

First of all, it’s the fact that breast cancer is expensive. It doesn’t matter how good you think your insurance is, get a cancer diagnosis and get on the hamster wheel of endless or endless feeling medical bills.  After a while you begin to wonder if anyone covers anything and what have you been paying for every month you pay your health insurance premiums?

Secondly, breast cancer is a time eater.  It is a crazy time consuming time sucker.  Doctors’ appointments, treatment, physical therapy if you need it for say lymphedema, etc.  You begin to want to neglect other appointments like the dentist, etc because you feel like life is one big doctor’s appointment.

But you persist, because the alternative involves not being on earth any longer and giving up. Giving up is not an option for me.  But today I am tired, and I am going to lay out some of what else I feel.

I am actually so tired a lot of the time.  This crap some days still sucks the life out of me.  I am cancer free but six years into a ten year script of Tamoxifen.  Radiation gave me osteopenia.  As per WebMD:

Osteopenia refers to bone density that is lower than normal peak density but not low enough to be classified as osteoporosis. Bone density is a measurement of how dense and strong the bones are. If your bone density is low compared to normal peak density, you are said to have osteopenia. Having osteopenia means there is a greater risk that, as time passes, you may develop bone density that is very low compared to normal, known as osteoporosis.

What does this have to do with Tamoxifen? Well because of the side effects  of aromatase inhibitors meaning a potentially greater risk of things like actual osteoporosis, they kept me on Tamoxifen once I was in menopause (first chemically induced, then insured forever by a full hysterectomy a couple of years after breast cancer surgery.)

Tamoxifen has been the lesser of drug evils but not without issues.  I used to sleep.  Now it is a struggle.  Irritability and mood swings.  Inability to concentrate and you do not retain as much as you used to – menopause brain with Tamoxifen ribbons. And flirtation with baseless depression some days.  I say baseless because I know nothing is wrong, but it is like I can feel this fog creeping over me.  And I have to work to shake it off.  Being positive has never come completely naturally for me.  I have learned through just being grateful to be alive to be more positive.  But some days are just a struggle.

And weight gain.  Tamoxifen gives me what can only be described as what women who experience pregnancy hunger cravings.  Between first the progestin they put me on BEFORE my diagnosis after 35 to control the ovarian cysts, fibroids, and horrible ungodly periods and Tamoxifen until a few months ago, all I did was gain weight. Along with the weight gain is a messed up digestive tract.  I actually think radiation is the culprit there.

I was never a fat person growing up.  I always had appearance issues and was never pencil thin, however. It wasn’t in the genes for me.   What was in the genes however, were some of my mother’s obsessions. I love my mother but I grew up in the shadow of an image and weight obsessed mother.  A few years ago I started to actually fight back against it because every damn conversation at some point turned to either women (a) who let themselves go or were (b) fat according to her.

Breast Cancer hits the female psyche in so many ways, but probably none more so than causing poor self body image.  I have been no exception and it has been hard, so hard.

First there is the big old part of my left breast which was removed due to disease and the stage two tumor that was too damn close to becoming a stage three tumor.  I have made my ultimate peace with that as I am not a candidate for flotation devices, err fake boobs. But some days I am quietly in tears in the mirror.  I am so damn lopsided.  I am alive but feel like I have Quasimodo breasts some days.  And pre-cancer, I had enviable natural breasts.  The kind women pay lots of money for.

But I am alive. That is what I have to remind my ego of the I am not 25 years old anymore person.  But it’s such a pain in the ass.  Bras hurt because left side tissue is so gone and continues to settle.  But I can’t go bra-less or I look like a  woman from the hills of poverty.

The weight gain has been very hard.  It is slowly starting to reverse because of the physical therapy I had to start post knee surgery.  I am still doing physical therapy.  And I am working my ass off literally and slowly.  I realized partway into therapy it was one of the first things I had really done for myself to change the status quo in years.   I was so tired after surgery and treatment that I just stopped everything.  It was easier to just be tired.  But now I know I can’t allow that tired to take me over.

I am blessed because just as I have had the most amazing cancer care team, my knee surgeon knew just who to send me to for physical therapy.  My therapist doesn’t just let us sit there and mark time. He motivates us, pushes us, tease us, cheers us on.  He has gotten me moving.  Slowly the weight is coming off.

And I am so damn proud of myself some days.  Yet…some days the evil twisted whispers of poor self body image creep in.  The funniest thing that hardly anyone says anything.  Sometimes but not often.   Truthfully now is the time I could use an atta girl or two. But I guess I wil have to give them to myself.

So when us lovely survivors see the glitzy and glossy marketing campaigns during “Pinktober” we aren’t rah-rah about it.  We’ve lived it.  Cancer is not pretty. It’s not pink or fluffy.  It’s not a pink cardboard box of cookies, or a crappy pink rubber bracelet.

And we have zero respect for the companies that capitalize on a disease that may have killed us given half a chance, and which has claimed many we have known and loved. Pinktober with the endless cancer commercials makes me vibrate to the point of panic some days because all I hear is cancer, cancer,  cancer. 

I am lucky to be here to be able to write this.  I know that.  And I have some friends who live with Metastatic Breast Cancer.  They are my personal heroes.   We as survivors and patients come in all shapes and sizes, most of which really aren’t trendy and Hollywood.  It’s real and it can be raw.  Be supportive, but please understand when I say some days you have no idea how this feels.

I realize this post is a lot to take in.  I used to love October, but now part of me dreads it.  I wish people would rock more fall colors and less pink garabage.

Is it November yet?

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sometimes the #pinkprofiteers make you shake your head and wonder

As seen in Hope’s Cookies this week. Pray tell, how do their cookies raise awareness exactly?

Here’s what some people said to a friend of mine who was equally irritated by blatant #pinkprofiteering:

  1. One for each? ‘Cause nothing says breast cancer like cookies with pink sprinkles ☹️
  2. I’d respect things like this more if proceeds were donated to oncology research than “awareness”

Yep kind of my thoughts too as a 6 year survivor.

It’s kind of offensive the way people try to capitalize, yes capitalize on BREAST CANCER.

So I hit the business up on Twitter:

This is what I got back from them via whomever does their social media:

Mind you I did ask them why they did not donate 100% of their pink proceeds before they came back with who they are supposedly donating to:

In my opinion nothing says #pinkprofiteering like Susan G Komen with all of their glitzy overhead. And if they were doing that why not post right there where the cookies are about where they are donating?

#Pinktober in my humble opinion does not necessarily bring out the most flattering sides in businesses.

Hope’s Cookies saddens me. I thought they were smarter than this. They lost me going forward as a customer. To them that will not even ever be noticeable as I was an infrequent customer at best.

Please, if you want to raise awareness don’t have the stupidity to tell an actual survivor that your sprinkles raise awareness. It is utter twaddle.

Is it November yet?

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keep calm….and ignore pinktober (pass it on)

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