BC Becky

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

Tag: Hair loss

  • The transformative power of a bike ride

    One of the hardest things I’ve done lately, was to get out of bed after my afternoon nap, and get on my bike. It wasn’t that I didn’t have the energy for it – I did. I’m in a strong phase right now. It was that I was sad. And not the type of sad that happens when I have a needed breakdown, but the kind of sad that looks a lot like depression – and that scares me.

    So, I dragged my ass out of bed and had a bowl of ice cream. I’m allowed comfort foods whenever I want them! And when you are sad, they help a little … plus I knew I would need the energy, cause if I was going to get off my ass and go for a bike ride I needed to ensure my body was fueled before I left.

    So, I did it. I got changed and hopped on my road bike. For the first half hour of riding, I cried. My nose ran – most annoying side effect of chemo hair loss is that you lose the hair in your nose so your nose runs a lot sooner when you cry. I allowed myself to cry. I contemplated anti-depressant medication. I know that at some point I will probably need it, but I want to avoid it if I can. There are side effects to that as well.

    About a half hour into my ride something changed – the endorphins kicked in – I suddenly started to see the beauty around me. I stopped to take this picture as the bird seem to be posing just for me.

    2014-07-30 19.10.26 HDRThe bike ride transformed me – from sad-Becky back into warrior-Becky. For the remainder of the ride I worked out the important arguments in a letter to the Editor for the New York Times relating to my recent blog post on bilateral mastectomies, that I plan to write (hopefully later this evening). Thank-you for those who have encouraged me to write something more formal.

    I cannot say that I am no longer sad – I am just not dysfunctionally sad. I’ve moved past that part and can now start to pull my thoughts back together into actions. I hope to get out for another ride first thing tomorrow morning before it gets hot and sunny (since I cannot swim tomorrow due to low blood counts).

  • Every day a new side effect

    Chemo has many side effects, so many, that they don’t tell you about them. What happens is, when you have a symptom, you contact your oncologist (or the oncologist on call) to see whether or not it is something you should worry about. There are so many side effects, many of which are rare or not that common, that listing them all to every patient would be impossible. But, from the patient perspective, I find myself constantly running into these odd side effects. I’m happy to be part of several support networks (both face-to-face and virtual). The virtual networks in particular are useful for finding out whether something is “call the doctor immediately” or “pretty common, mention next time your are talking to your oncologist”. For the most part, my oncologist has not been concerned about the side effects I’ve experienced. It seems to be though, that ever day something new pops up.

    Yesterday’s new side effect was loss of voice. Not a total loss, but I notice that suddenly my voice is horse and it is more difficult to speak. This of course posses and interesting challenge, as I also have blisters on my hands from toxic erythema of chemo, which I also experienced last cycle. When the blisters are at their worst, typing can be painful, so I use voice-to-text on my computer. The horse voice makes that a little more challenging. I actually don’t know for certain yet if this is a chemo side effect or if there is something else going on, but my social networks tell me it is not uncommon. I just haven’t yet had that confirmation from my oncologist.

    I’m also loosing my hair. Now, this is something that was expected, and it was why I shaved my head in advance of cycle 2. However, when people say  that hair loss usually occurs on days 3-4 of cycle 2, I expected it to be a single day event. That isn’t really what is happening. My hair is getting thinner on various parts of my body. From the front, you don’t really notice the hair loss on my head (which made me think it wasn’t happening), but from the back it is pretty clear. It is also interesting to compare mine to Scott’s, since we had them shaved at the same time. His is growing, mine clearly is not. It is actually the towels where I notice it most. I’ve taken to using two towels after a shower, one for my head and one for my body – otherwise, I end up with the little hairs from my head all over my body!

    2014-07-28 19.35.32Once the hand sores finish up, I prepare myself for the mouth sores. I’m now at a stage where food is tasting funny and my mouth feels fuzzy, like a layer of skin is shedding in my mouth. Last cycle I had a sore on my tongue which was rather annoying and painful. Food was finally tasting good, but it hurt to eat (ugh). I’m hoping that by using the magic mouthwash in advance I manage to avoid the worse of the mouth sores this cycle.

    Today was also my last swim until after my chemo nadir (blood count low). I have three days (8-10) where I cannot swim as my risk of infection is too high. I’ll miss swimming, especially if my hand sores aren’t healed  as biking isn’t an option when I have blisters on my hands. This actually also coincides with fatigue, so last time on day 10 all I did was sleep all day.

    All that being said, so far cycle two has not been as bad as cycle 1. I think because I have a better idea of what to expect, I can be more proactive about managing what is happening. I can also plan my weeks out better. I now know not to commit to things on specific days, but on other days I can be more flexible. That helps. The control freak in me is feeling more in control of what is happening.

  • Meltdown

    Last night I allowed myself to go down an emotional spiral into an all out meltdown. I was already feeling a little sad and then took an MJ pill, and started reading the book Wild. The first several chapters of the book go through the authors feelings as she supports her mother’s sudden death from Lung Cancer (she died three months after diagnosis). The combination was NOT good given how I was already feeling sad.

    I started feeling a little ‘out-of-body’ (that’d be the MJ), which made me feel like ‘this is not me’. I also started feeling really sad – mostly what was replaying in my mind was Scott watching me get sick and die – and I did not want that for him. The emotions were rather extreme. This is really the first time I had allowed myself to think about the option of myself as dieing.

    I also found myself afraid. I don’t want to feel sick. I’m afraid about how the blood low will make me feel. I am still struggling with nausea – although I have good meds to keep that at bay. I was hoping to ween off of them, but that doesn’t seem to be working yet.

    I am having trouble visualizing my next infusion. It will require remarkable strength to go in a second time. The first time I could go in with curiosity. I did not know how I would react. Next time, I’m going in knowing that I will have crummy days. I also go in with the knowledge that it is cumulative – so I will feel worse.

    I also had trouble last night visualizing getting my head shaved. I have an appointment to do this on Thursday but suddenly the idea freaks me out. I have no real attachment to my hair – but suddenly I know that people know visually that I have cancer. I will ‘look’ the part.  I cannot see myself as I will look walking out of the salon. I realized that I need to decide what I’m going to wear on my head when I leave … I need to pick a scarf …

    So last night, I wasn’t feeling all that strong. I was just feeling sad. I’m highly aware of the effects of depression on my mind – and for the first time I felt that depression. I don’t think I’ll be trying out the MJ anytime again soon (or at least not when I am already feeling sad) – as I don’t need anything that heightens depressing thoughts – I need to stay strong and positive.

    Fortunately, I am feeling better this morning. I’m now feeling the low that I was afraid I would be feeling. I was a little dehydrated – didn’t drink enough yesterday – which I shall work harder on resolving today. The nurse in ER on Saturday recommended pedialyte power – which actually tastes better than gatorade (she found me some samples) – but it is expensive ($1 per package – and I could drink 2-3 per day) … so will try it out on especially bad days (and chemo days) and see if I can score myself free samples somewhere in the cancer center when I’m at Stanford.

     

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