Monday, August 18, 2014

Happy Cancerversary To Me - Two Small Gifts Included

March 8, 2013 12pm - I was just waking up from my mastectomy, waiting for my husband and mother to come into the recovery room.

March 8, 2014 12pm - I was being wheeled down the hall for an emergency c-section, waiting for my children to be born.

What a difference a year makes!

March 7, 2014 - I had just gotten home when the phone rang and it was my OB on the other end.  Not the nurse, not the receptionist, the doctor.


"We got your lab work back.  I was just discussing your case with my friend who is a Maternal Fetal Specialist in Chapel Hill......."

Case?  I have a case?

"...and you need to pack a bag and go straight to the hospital.  I'll meet you there."


My very uneventful high risk twin pregnancy had suddenly become very serious.  I had pre-eclampsia and the lab work was worse every time they ran it.  The plan was one steroid shot that night, another steroid shot the next night, and delivery the third night.  I secretly felt like, being on medical bedrest, my body would calm down and it would be several days if not weeks before the babies came.  I at least wanted to wait until Monday when I would be 35 weeks pregnant.

The next morning, after more blood work, here came the doctor again.

"It's time.  Anesthesia is on its way."

Wait, NO!  But today is my cancerversary!!  I don't want sweet, innocent babies to be associated with cancer!

The pre-eclampsia had become HELLP syndrome, and suddenly all three of our lives were at stake.  Ready or not, here they came!

I was devastated that they were born early, and devastated I wasn't allowed to even see them until they were ten hours old, and devastated that I couldn't hold them until they were three and four days old.  And devastated they were born on my cancerversary.  Of all days, they had to be born on the first anniversary of my mastectomy.

But now that my preemies are thriving, and our rough start has been replaced with gummy smiles, deep belly laughs, and all the baby cuddling one could ever want - times two!! - I can appreciate my two cancerversary gifts.

After never having been able to get pregnant, I was suddenly pregnant less than five months after being diagnosed with breast cancer.

The first OB appointment to confirm the pregnancy was exactly six months after my mastectomy.

Two months later we received the shock of our lives to find that not only were we pregnant, we were spontaneously pregnant with twins!

And then those surprise twins were born exactly a year after my mastectomy, on my cancerversary.

Okay, God, I got it.  My life is not supposed to be about being afraid of cancer.  And I have TWO babies to remind me of that!  Thanks be to God.

I prayed for a miracle and I got two!

Brings all new meaning to the American Cancer Society's tag line - the official sponsor of birthdays!

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

A Lump & A Bump


As much as I would like to wax philosophical about changing the image of cancer or about the ongoing struggle to accept a physical disfigurement, I am really short on time these days!  This picture is from February, so I gotta play blog catch up!

a lump and a bump is a Facebook page, and I highly recommend you check it out. She was my picture inspiration! (well, I straight up plagiarized it) Stephanie was diagnosed with Stage 3 Triple Negative breast cancer at age 30 while pregnant.  She blogged about her journey on her Facebook page and continues to raise awareness (the real kind, not the shallow pink ribbon kind) and knowledge about breast cancer.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Breast Changes with Pregnancy Part II, aka pregnancy after breast cancer is not for the faint of heart

Still catching up on blogging, so pretend this post is late February......

OMG I have nipple discharge.  *deep breaths*  The rational part of me says that this is colostrum and it's totally normal to leak colostrum in pregnancy, but the only other time in my life I've had nipple discharge was a few days before my mastectomy.

Pregnancy after breast cancer is not for the faint of heart!

Cancer and Love

First off, let's just pretend today is February 14, 2014, Valentine's Day, mmkay?

It's finally here.  It's been one year since I was diagnosed with breast cancer.

One reason this blog post has taken so long to write is because I would have written very differently depending on even the time of day it was written.

About mid to late January it started to hit me that this anniversary was looming.  First anniversaries of bad things are always the worst, aren't they?  It's a painful rite of passage.  If you can get through "the first [fill in the blank]" sometimes the pain lessens on the other side.  Feeling the full weight of The First Anniversary of Diagnosis Day, at that point I decided I would title this post, "V Day? Try D Day!"

But as the week of Valentine's Day hit, I realized a lot of the details were fuzzy.  Did I find the tumor on the 12th, call the doctor's office on the 13th and go in first thing the 14th?  Or did I find it on the 13th, call first thing on the 14th and they had me come straight over?  I know the thin needle biopsy and core biopsy were on the 14th, but when did I have the mammogram and ultrasound?  There was some comfort in not remembering. I started to think, perhaps this date will have no power over me.

My husband, Music Man, was also keenly aware of the emotional landmine this day would bring.  And, fun fact for those of you who know him, today is also the first anniversary of the last time he shaved.  He had briefly grown a beard, shaved it much to my dismay, so he grew it again in a desperate attempt to find anything that would make me happy.  Anywho, last night Music Man gave us a little pep talk.  Valentine's Day is not going to be taken over by sad memories and cancer.  Valentine's Day is going to be Valentine's Day (being the romantic that he is, he's always loved this holiday).  We're not who we were a year ago.  Our lives are full of joy, and now full of excitement and anticipation as we are expecting twins in just a few weeks. I whole-heartedly agreed.  This date will have no power over me.

This morning I woke up and remembered it was Valentine's Day, and therefore it was the anniversary of the day I was diagnosed.......and that was about it.  It was a fleeting thought.  I had been at works for hours before I thought about it again.  But when I did finally think about it, memories came flooding back.  The dead silence in the room after the thin needle biopsy didn't aspirate fluid.  The look on my husband's face when he arrived at the doctor's office.  The nurse holding my hand as cried during the core biopsy.  The shock.  The fear.

Cue the storm cloud over my head.

I did bawl the whole drive home from work. I cried for my lost breast.  I cried for having to worry about cancer for the rest of my life. I cried over the thought of my babies growing up without a mother.

And then my sister sent me the sweetest text, and I hope she doesn't mind my sharing some of it:  "One of my favorite quotes is by Eleanor Roosevelt, 'with the new day comes new strengths and new thought.' I think there is so much irony in this day.  Cancer and love.  When something so unexpected and horrible happened to you, you had the love of Music Man, your parents, family, siblings, friends, random people praying for you, and next year you'll have the twins to comfort you on this anniversary. You are so blessed and so so so loved."  She's exactly right.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Surgical Oncology - One Year Later

A couple of weeks ago I got the card in the mail: I was scheduled for a mammogram and then follow up appointment with my surgical oncologist February 24th.  I happily called the office to inform them I was pregnant and was told, "we'll cancel the mammogram and if the doctor has any concerns he can do an ultrasound in the office."  Ugh.  I remember that ultrasound machine.  Just over one year ago I was in his office crying while he used the ultrasound machine to perform the core biopsy.  I had been thinking of this appointment as a sort of victory lap.  A one year follow up.  Somehow I had forgotten the purpose is to look for cancer.

When the day of the appointment came, I did NOT NOT NOT want to go. The day before was our baby shower, which was really more like a downpour!  We were ridiculously spoiled by our families with practically everything we need, want and could ever hope for.  After a day of reveling in tiny little outfits, and tiny little diapers, and tiny little socks, the last thing I wanted to do was to go to the doctor and talk about cancer.  Music Man practically had to drag me in there.

After waiting an hour in the waiting room and another half hour in the exam room, the doctor finally came in.  He was very excited to hear (and see!) that we're expecting twins.  I wanted to say, "you did this to me!  You're the one who made me go off birth control!" but I was practically rendered mute in fear.  He did the most comprehensive breast exam in the whole wide world - on both sides - and declared that the only thing he found was that my breast is engorged!  I told him how sometimes my ribs ache - to put it mildly - on the mastectomy side, but, like the medical oncologist, he was not concerned.

Big sigh of relief!

In 5-6 months they're going to send me the card again for a mammogram and follow up appointment.  If I'm still breastfeeding, he said to cancel the mammogram again and just come in for the appointment with him.

And then I bolted out of there!

Blogger has a neat function where I can see how many hits my blog gets a day and from what source.  My blog gets about 30 hits a day, most of them through google searches about breast cancer.  I have shared way more on this blog than I ever have in real life, in the hopes of reaching other young women with breast cancer, because there's just not a lot out here for us.  In that same spirit, I'll share with you how my mastectomy scar looks like a year later.

Pretty good, right?!  It was hot pink for maybe as much as six months and then finally started to fade.  The brownish part in the middle is just a tiny bit of areola - it darkened with pregnancy too.  When it was still pink, and my scar was still pink, I just thought it was a deeper part of the scar.  It was probably August of last year before I realized that that little part was nipple.  I haven't used any creams like Mederma to make it fade faster.  The most I've done is swipe it with a little bit of my belly butter because sometimes it looks dry. I think it's interesting that, even though I've gained 50 pounds with pregnancy, you can still see my ribs.  They really did take the whole thing!

Do you have major anxiety when going to the oncologist's office?  How does your scar look?  For those of you further along on the journey, how does your scar look years later?

Monday, February 10, 2014

Breastfeeding class surprise

Today I am 31 weeks' pregnant, and Music Man and I "celebrated" by attending a breastfeeding class.  Having twins complicates the whole breastfeeding-with-just-one-breast thing, and I have mostly made my peace with the fact that I'll be supplementing formula with breast milk rather than the other way around.  Sacrificing my dream of exclusively breastfeeding is such a small price to pay for being cancer-free and having surprise twins!  (Do I sound like believe that?  Good.  I'm maybe 85% of the way there, and that's okay.  It's okay to mourn old dreams so that you can move on and welcome new ones)

We need these!  From Nestingproject
Crammed in a doctor's office lobby, we learned all about hind milk and football holds and monitoring wet diapers, when the conversation turned to breast care.  The instructor says, "while breastfeeding you may develop a hard lump in your breast.  It may become red and tender to the touch.  What should you do if this happens?"

My entire body tensed.  Tears stung my eyes.  Hold it together, people are going to think you're having some weird hormonal breakdown.  Wait, am I having a weird hormonal breakdown?

I should add Friday will be one year since I was diagnosed with DCIS.

Turns out the instructor was describing a clogged milk duct and mastitis.  While I was busy biting my lip and trying to not let tears spill over, I did learn that you can still breastfeed if you have mastitis - not saying you want to, but it's possible.  That's good for a one-breasted gal since there's not a back up breast.

I'm going to go ahead and call it now: I will flip my shit if I find a hard, tender breast lump!  I've said it before, but dealing with pregnancy's breast changes when you've already had breast cancer is harrowing enough.  If I freaking find a lump.........well, I don't know what I'd do, but I don't think I'd be calm about it.  It wasn't supposed to be cancer last time either. Fortunately I have a lot of support, and both my medical oncologist and my OB/GYN have said I can come by anytime if I find anything unusual with my breast and get it checked out.  And when I see my surgical oncologist in a few weeks, I'm sure he'll say the same thing.

So, heads up - if you're pregnant after breast cancer, the breastfeeding class is full of small triggers, and one big one!

Monday, January 27, 2014

Bra stuffing, post-mastectomy style!

You know the giant post-mastectomy bra that you typically wear for ten weeks after surgery?  It's been ten months, and I'm still stuck in it.  While I'm cleared to be fit for a prosthesis and insurance will pay for six mastectomy bras a year (!!!!!), there's that pesky co-pay and my budget for non-essentials is -$0, if such a number even exists.  So I'm stuck with the stupid "first form" and my one post-mastectomy bra, which looks to be as tired of me as I am of it.

Being pregnant hasn't really helped the situation.  The once enormous post-mastectomy bra is now struggling to keep up with the pregnancy changes.  And the "first form," which was once larger than my breast, now looks teeny tiny.  As a result, I look pretty lopsided.  Add in to the mix that fact that I'm still getting used to having just one breast plus all the physical changes of pregnancy and you end up in a pretty weird place when it comes to body image.  At a time when I'm supposed to feel my most womanly, I'm missing a breast and everyone can tell something is up in the boobage department.  Le sigh.

Today it hit me: I need to stuff my bra!!

Now I am no stranger to bra stuffing.  When I was fourteen I stole my mother's shoulder pads so I could attempt to fill out my cotillion dress.  I revived the practice on and off until I finally discovered the push-up bra when I was 25.  It's still in my drawer, I just can't bring myself to throw it away.

First I took a fluffy sock and stuffed my bra with it.  Too big.  I was lopsided but in the other direction.  Next try: a trouser sock.

I laid the trouser sock out flat, folded it in half, folded it in half again, then put the sock between the "first form" (can you tell I think that is a ridiculous name?!) and back lining to the holder pocket.  So when the bra is on, it's in the pocket but between my chest and the "first form."

The trouser sock worked perfectly!!!  I felt so much more confident all day today!  Instead of seeing my reflection and immediately feeling a pang of regret that I don't look "normal" and feeling cheated by life and all the other complicated emotions that come with losing a breast, I marveled at just how normal I looked!  I looked at my profile from the right, then from the left, and they match!

Life after breast cancer is about making the best with what you've got.  Sometimes it's something profound, and sometimes it's stuffing your bra with a sock.