BC Becky

Never Thought I'd Want to be a Breast Cancer Survivor

Category: Two years and counting … again

  • Advocating for Oneself

    Advocating for Oneself

    Living in the US, I learned to advocate for my own healthcare. Support groups helped me know what questions to ask. They helped me when I had odd symptoms and couldn’t reach my doctor. They helped me know what was normal and what needed urgent attention. 

    In Canada, I don’t have the same level of contact with a support group, but I have found one. When I moved here, searched for one. I wanted to stay connected in some way in case I needed it. The group I found is focused on an annual retreat; however, it gives me a place to ask questions and find out what care is available in the city, as I now live in a small town.

    I’ve been having an issue with unexplained swelling, for a year now! We have ruled out cancer and heart problems. The only explanation I have is lymphedema. However, the only lymphedema care we have locally is for manual lymphatic drainage, a special type of massage. The challenge is that I have swelling in multiple places, so it is unclear where the massage therapist should be directing fluid for best effect. Also some kind of compression garment is needed to help prevent it from re-swelling after the treatment. The place where you go to buy the specialized compression needs specific directions (a prescription) on what is required. So, I need to see a specialist. That is where the challenge lies. 

    No amount of Google searching was helping me find the right specialist. I asked the support group. It didn’t take long. I had several people make suggestions. Within a couple of hours, I had a name and phone number. 

    I called, and the receptionist gave me the information I needed. She told me who I needed to be referred to and the fax number for the referral (yes we still use fax referrals here). My next step is to go to my family doctor (I’m lucky to have one, if I didn’t I’d need to access virtual care) and have him send in the referral. 

    I’m fortunate that I learned to advocate for myself. I am fortunate to have a family doctor, but he is not a panacea. He doesn’t know all the obscure ins-and-outs of cancer care in this province. Sometimes tapping in to the patient network is the fasted way to get care. 

  • I was certain

    I was certain

    When you are certain

    When you are certain, your emotions run high.

    When you are certain, you can easily be triggered.

    When you are certain, you can be wrong.

    I was certain. 

    I was triggered by a statement from my oncologist’s office. The nurse called me on Friday to remind me of a telephone appointment on the Tuesday. I replied with, yes, I know, I will get my CT results. She then said, “Yes, I see that. Have a good weekend”. 

    I was certain.

    I read into her “have a good weekend” a tone that concerned me. I was sure she was telling me to have a good weekend because after the weekend my whole world was going to change. 

    I was certain.

    I was triggered by a visioning activity, when I was asked envision what the community would be doing in five years time. What went through my mind was that they would be helping my husband grieve. I visualized him and my puppy helping each other — helping them learn to live without me — and how my puppy would not understand what was happening. It still brings tears to my eyes. 

    I was certain. 

    The phone rang. My oncologist gave me the news. The scans were clear. But what about the symptoms? We can do a couple more tests, but the scans are clear. There is no sign of the cancer having returned. 

    I was certain, but I was wrong. Now what? 

    I remember the last time I felt so certain the cancer had returned. It was back in 2019. I remember going on vacation and then doing a PET/CT upon returning home. I remember waiting for the phone call, and being completely shocked that it came back clear. 

    It is not a wave that suddenly releases. It takes time to unwind the tension and decompress from the stress. It takes time to figure out what now? 

    I was so certain. 

    Back then, I wrote “I remind myself, the scans are clear. It is not cancer. Hopefully soon I will believe it.”

    Hopefully soon I will believe it. 

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