BC Becky

Never thought I'd want to be a breast cancer survivor

Tag: Maui

  • Seriousness is sinking in

    I’m starting to shed my hair. I noticed at first when I use the toilet, and then again when I dried my hair after the shower – seeing enough bits of hair in the towel that I had to throw it in the wash!

    At Wednesday’s oncologist appointment, when I asked about surgery timing, specifying my desire to spend a week in Hawaii before surgery, the point was made not to push it too late. There is enough time for that week, but I should not plan on pushing surgery out 2-3 months. The comment was in the lines of “we’ve done all this chemo, don’t waste it”. This cancer won’t be killed that easily – even if the masses shrink to smaller sizes they need to be removed.

    Yesterday, I got a short synopsis of the pathology of the third mass (the small one in my left breast). It is DCIS PR/HR+,HER2- with a small Ki-67 (<5%). This is sometimes called pre-cancerous or cancer in the duct itself, as it has not yet spread to the surrounding breast tissue. DCIS has a high likelihood of turning into IDC (which my other two masses are). So this is my magic number three cancer.

    I say magic number three because that seems to be my meditation number. When I took swimming lessons last fall, the instructor has me breath after every three strokes. Ever since then, three seemed to be a better number for me for meditating. When I do yoga, I hold poses for three breaths, and when I try to calm my nerves to sleep I count my breathes 1-2-3 and then repeat. So three seems to be my number.

    So, now that I have three cancers, it can stop there! No need to go any further!

    My plan for a triathlon before surgery will likely need to be reschedule until after surgery. The window won’t be long enough for me to manage it and Hawaii at the same time – and Hawaii is definitely something I plan to do (Maui more specifically – easy to get to from here and an easy island to get around).

    I do, however, have a new plan for after surgery. One of the wonderful ladies on the Flat and Fabulous Facebook group has inspired me to aim to trapeze at Club Med Cancun in the fall of 2015. I want to be fully recovered from surgery such that I can do something so crazy as swing from a trapeze – plus they have sailing and kayaking too … some nice serious activities that require upper body strength.

    I am finding this process of hurdles not dissimilar to doing a PhD. At each phase there are additional hurdles to overcome. One bit of advice we are given in the PhD is to celebrate each hurdle as you complete it. My first hurdle is AC chemo. I’ve done two treatments, so one could say 1/2 way, but that would not be fair … as I still need to recover from this second treatment before I can truthfully call it done!

    I am happy that I am starting to get some productive days back. My life isn’t all about cancer anymore. I am re-emerging into my academic life, trying to pull together as much as I can to make a dissertation out of my existing thesis project. I have a couple of things that need to happen in the fall that hopefully I can make happen. If they do, then I shall have enough data to turn it into something. I have learned a lot, and do have a lot to share – I just need close it off and put it all together.

    So with the seriousness of this disease sinking in, what is also sinking in is my need to focus on the future – and on what comes afterwards (or at least what I’m going to do with the next year and a half that doesn’t involve chemo and cancer surgery).

  • The Colour Pink and a memorial celebration

    I find the reaction to the colour pink interesting. You see, I’ve always liked wearing pink, but not breast cancer pink (or as my reiki healer today called it Pepto Bismol pink). Since my diagnosis, I find it interesting the different reactions other people have to the colour pink. Mostly, it is a complete aversion to the colour. So, I thought I’d announced, I’m not against pink, just please not Pepto Bismol pink). I really like dark deep pinks (as well as greens and blues).

    This morning I was thinking of the memorial post that I made to Puffie – on our Going East bike trip, we had a bag stolen. Of all the things in the bag, the one loss that I felt was that of our mascot Puffie – a stuffed Labrador puffin that we bought a the L’Anse Amour lighthouse. It got me thinking of memorials, and how they help deal with loss.

    I found myself wondering about (and craving) a memorial for my breasts. I wondered what others had done or if my thought of creating some kind of memoir was a totally crazy idea? I asked on a couple of breast cancer social media groups that I’m part of. I received a variety of suggestions for parties with catchy names (boob voyage) that all seemed to involved booby cakes and lots of alcohol (made me miss my girlfriends back in Ottawa). They were more in line with they’ve had a good life celebration before they are sent off.

    The response that really struck me was a truly heart felt post from a fellow blogger who is probably about my age, who created an art piece the night before her mastectomy. I really feel for women have children, whose emotional ties to their breasts relate directly to feeding their children as infants. I cannot say that I have that same bond, but I still feel a need somehow to do something before they are gone. Maybe its just something trivial like swimming topless in Hawaii (not sure its legal, but I’m sure an exception could be made) … I now have visions of a photo shoot. Scott with the new Go Pro camera, taking pictures of me swimming topless with the sea turtles and snorkeling around the amazing corral reefs in Maui. Maybe we will even charter a sailboat to take us to a nice spot, not full of tourists. A place to say a last goodbye. Sounds like heaven.

     

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