Author: Amanda Lundberg

So Annoying.

Me. To other people going through breast cancer treatment. Just hear me out.

 

Everyone I’ve talked to who is going through this has been going the chemo route or chemo plus radiation. And always surgery. No one gets out of here without at least a lumpectomy. There are many different types of chemotherapy treatments. I was supposed to do neoadjuvant chemotherapy. That means that I would be treated for cancer via chemotherapy prior to surgery. At the time of surgery, the doctor would be looking for the cancer to be gone or significantly reduced in size. Hopefully gone, or what is called a complete pathologic response.

 

They want this because this is a very aggressive cancer that I have. If it reappears in the future, we need to know that the treatment works.

 

This chemotherapy regimen would have been much more of an upheaval to my life. I likely would have had three months of AC treatment followed by T, otherwise known as AC-T. AC are drugs called doxorubicin and cyclophosphamide and T is a drug called paclitaxel. It would have been six months of treatment, the same as I am currently doing. The AC would have been given every three weeks for three months, and then the T would have followed as a weekly treatment after that. I think. It’s all jumbled in my head what drug was where when. But the timing is right. Six months, three months on one drug; three on the other; every three weeks; every week.

 

Chemotherapy treatments can pretty much eat up a whole day. Some require blood work that day or the day before to be sure you are healthy enough. They all involve hair loss and a list of other symptoms including but not limited to: low red and white blood cell counts, infection, nausea, loss of appetite, mouth sores, diarrhea, fatigue, heart damage, neuropathy - this is the one I was most afraid of due to my line of work, it means loss of sensation in parts of the body. I was so afraid of losing feeling in my fingers. I could deal with my feet being numb or something like that, but I use my fingers every day for work. Not an option.

A creepy white lady Halloween decoration with a headstone in front of it that says "creepy."
Accurate.

 

Instead, I’m enrolled in a clinical trial. All of those side effects were listed, except neuropathy, and I’ve had barely any of them. Fatigue, but I’m able to get around that by sleeping 8-9 hours per night. Loss of appetite, but I’ve never had a problem eating. I know that in order to care for myself and keep working, I need food. So, I eat. Even if I don’t want to. My hair is still intact. Including my leg hair since I’m not allowed to shave. It’s getting a little out of control. I had two days where I had some nausea early on. Since then, I’ve maybe had stirrings of nausea, but not bad enough to even take a Zofran. Zofran is an anti-nausea drug that is a cancer patient’s best friend. I’ve take two. I’ve been on talazoparib once a day for 1.5 months.

 

Talazoparib is a PARP inhibitor. I know I’ve gone over this before, but just to recap: PARP = poly ADP-ribose polymerase enzyme. ADP = adenosine diphosphate.

 

Explanation from breastcancer.org:

"PARP inhibitors, such as Lynparza (chemical name: olaparib) and Talzenna (chemical name: talazoparib), have been approved to treat advanced-stage HER2-negative breast cancer in people with a BRCA1 or BRCA2 mutation.

The poly ADP-ribose polymerase (PARP) enzyme fixes DNA damage in both healthy and cancer cells. Research has shown that medicines that interfere or inhibit the PARP enzyme make it even harder for cancer cells with a BRCA1 or BRCA2 mutation to fix DNA damage. This makes it harder for the cancer cells to survive. In other words, a PARP inhibitor makes some cancer cells less likely to survive their DNA damage."

So, I’m trying it for lower stages. I meet all the criteria for the trial, fortunately/unfortunately, so we are giving it a shot. And it appears to be working. Instead of hours in a chair getting an infusion, instead I pop a pill every day. The first two months of treatment, I'm required to go for blood work and to see my oncologist every two weeks. After that, it’s down to once a month.

Halloween decorations including a giant scarecrow and headstones.
This is George.

 

So far I’ve had some low RBC counts, but I feel like this week I should be better on that since I have been feeling pretty good. Or I’m adjusting. Either way, I feel good enough to help put together our epic Halloween display. Maybe not epic, but pretty darn good. I also started back on some workouts yesterday. Admission: I haven’t worked out since I started other than walking the dogs and jumping on my spin bike once. I’ve done the last two days, hopefully I can keep it up this week even though I have a pretty brutal work schedule. It’s a five day a week program, so I decided ‘Monday’ for me should instead be Saturday because I tend to work less on the weekends. So far, so good.

 

So, yes. I am annoying in that I have to spend less time and am having less side effects. But. I hope that this trial will lead to better and less harsh treatments for others with this particular type of cancer in the future. Who knows? Maybe one day they’ll just treat it with a pill and you won’t have to have a double mastectomy and salpingo-oophorectomy.

 

That is my hope. I just wish it were the reality already.

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Let’s Pretend

Let’s pretend that I don’t have cancer! I’m able to do that quite often these days. It stops for a moment at 7pm Eastern Standard Time (EST – EDT is Eastern Daylight Saving Time – Fun fact!) when I have to pop my pill, but that’s okay. Next week won’t be as easy. Monday I have blood work. Tuesday, oncologist appointment. Hint: They still won’t feel anything. Wednesday, ultrasound. I’m curious about the ultrasound. In my dream world, it will show that the cancer is receding rapidly and the pill is working and we have found the cure for cancer. But only for me. Because remember: Every cancer is different.

I’m not holding my breath, but dreams are dreams. Might as well have them. Since I’m dreaming, I’d also like a unicorn that shoots rainbows and makes everyone love each other all the time no matter what their differences are. That would be a really cool world to live in.

Other times I’m scared. Holy crap scared. But about my surgery. What if they damage the muscles in my chest and arms so much that I can’t work? What if I decide to do reconstruction and they give me a uniboob? It’s more the muscle stuff. I trust the doctors and surgeons I’m working with to not give me a uniboob. Unless I ask for one, in which case they will do their best to make me one.

I don’t think I’ll ask for a uniboob. Seems like it would be tough to find clothes that fit.

Now, I’d like us all to pretend something. Let’s all pretend that the unicorn is real and has escaped and is wreaking havoc on the world. And by wreaking havoc, I mean it’s running around spouting rainbows and causing everyone to get along and treat each other with respect and love. Not the stabby unicorn havoc. The happy, gentle unicorn.

No, I’m not on any drugs except talazoparib. I can almost say “talazoparib” now, by the way. I’m pretty proud of myself.

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Appointment Week

Yes. This was: Appointment Week.

Monday: Gave them all of my blood. Five or six vials, I think. I didn’t have much left when they were done.

Tuesday: Oncology appointment where we got to look at some numbers from the blood work, but not all because some weren’t back  yet, and my oncologist got to say, “Still can’t feel anything.” Exciting. My RBC was a little low, but otherwise it appears I’m doing okay. That could be why I’m feeling a little winded walking, though. Since red blood cells bring this thing called “oxygen” around your body. My blood pressure was also a little low. I’m guessing because I don’t have any blood left after they stole it all on Monday. And my weight was indicated as ‘LOW’ on my paperwork. I think I just wore lighter shoes. I want to lose weight, but I’m trying not to.

Wednesday: Ultrasound. Or as I’m going to refer to it, the boob goo appointment. At least the goo was warm! Today my biggest tumor on the right side measured…

<drumroll>

.2cm less!!! Woohoo!! Happy dance.

 Meaning: It appears my treatment is working!! Yessss…

But my left side was, of course, like, “Hold my beer.” My DCIS appears to have grown. The doctor that I talked to today believes it might be scar tissue from my biopsy where they shoved a 9-gauge needle up in there to say, “Yep. There’s something there.” It didn’t hurt when they did it. But the external bruising on that side took weeks to recover from. So, I am hopeful that it is just scar tissue and not my left tata trying some one upmanship.

Overall, I’d say a successful day. I’ll be waiting to hear if they want additional tests on the left or just let it do its thing until month four (November) when I have my next ultrasound. I am hoping for more tests, but if I have learned anything in this process, it’s that it’s really easier to expect the worst, hope for the best, and the result will probably be somewhere in the middle.

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9/11/01

Today is 9/11/19. I am writing this on a plane as I take a flight for work. Yes, I’m still traveling. And, yes, I wore a mask on the plane. One person took the risk of the aisle seat on my SW flight and they were rewarded with no one wanting to sit next to the creepy chick wearing a black face mask in the window seat.Amanda wearing mask

I’m hoping that just the fact I’m on a plane on 9/11 doesn’t cause too much anxiety. I find it’s the safest day to fly, really, and I have to work tomorrow. We can’t let the past shape our future or how we live our lives by avoiding ‘what if’ things. We need to remember, learn, and live. Nothing is more powerful. If we stop living, then they’ve accomplished what they wanted to do on that terrible day 18 years ago.

18 years. Kids who were not even born yet will be graduating high school this year. For those of us who lived through it, we all remember where we were. I was in the band office at The University of Iowa when I found out. While it was actually happening I was in quintet rehearsal. I found out after. I kept going to class that day. Our music history professor pretended nothing was wrong and we learned about ancient music. My American politics professor excused us shortly after class began. I think he was struggling. Makes sense. Another class I had, I can’t remember the name of it, but it was political science as well, we just had small group classes with our teaching assistants (TAs). No lecture that day. But in that class, we talked about the timing.

The first plane hit. The first responders got there and started working. The news crews got there and started filming. Then the second plane hit. 17 minutes later, allowing the world to see. And then the Pentagon was hit 34 minutes after that. This was no accident. This was planned to perfection. Flight 93 bucked the trend, going down in Pennsylvania. Ruining the last bit of the plan. Thank you to the brave people on board. If they’d had more time, they could have landed that plane safely. I learned this while listening to the coroner who identified all the passengers on the plane talk about the work they did. There was a pilot on board. There were medical professionals. They just needed more time. That breaks my heart.

The coroner was very interesting and proud of the work they’d done. With many of the people on the flight, there was not much left to identify. But they did it. Every last ticketed passenger on the flight was identified. The same day I was listening to the coroner at the Pennsylvania Court Reporters Convention in Seven Springs, Pennsylvania, I also got to listen to someone who was working in the Pittsburgh Air Traffic Control Center on 9/11. It was the highest point between Flights 93’s point of origin Newark, New Jersey – final destination was supposed to be San Francisco, California -- before it was turned around and headed toward Washington, DC, the presumed target of the plane. They had to land all the planes and then get out. That was a very interesting convention, to say the least.

The first time I went to New York City (NYC) was in March of 2001. The Twin Towers still stood, and we were there for the men’s NCAA basketball tournament. By ‘we’ I mean the University of Iowa Pep Band. Go Hawks! We had won our first game and moved on to the Sweet Sixteen, so while the basketball team had to do the practicing stuff and things, we had a free day. We went into the city from our hotel. It was that or the strip club down the street. We went and saw things. Went to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. I need to find the pictures I took. This was pre-digital, so they’re in my closet I’m sure. The Twin Towers of the World Trade Center were very impressive. They stood so tall over the city.

Then 9/11 happened. The world changed. I decided to go study abroad in Wales. That’s in the United Kingdom. My parents – especially my mom – were not that excited about it, but I’ve got an independent streak. I flew to Wales in January 2002. Flying had changed. I got wanded on my way through security. That was different. The first bit of time I was there, everyone was very upset by what had happened to us. By the time I left there were peaceful protests in the streets of London since we had decided to take military action in the Middle East. Iraq. Afghanistan. I had studied this area of the world while I was at The University of Swansea, Wales, and my professor from this class was from Iran. I did not agree with the military action taken. Not because of beliefs or anything, but because of my political science education. I can’t change the past. I just wish that so many innocent people didn’t have to die. That’s what war does, though.

The next few times I went to NYC was for work. My most recent trip was in March of 2018. I finally had some free time and took myself to the 9/11 Memorial. It’s very humbling. It’s huge, yet feels intimate. I didn’t have time to go the museum, and I don’t think I’m ready yet. Maybe someday. I went to the top of One World Trade. I didn’t stay long. I don’t think I can ever work in a tall building, the building swaying in the wind does not agree with me, but if you would like unrivaled views of NYC, that’s the place to go.

White rose to represent a birthday of a victim of 9/11NYC from One World Trade

 

 

 

 

 

 

One World TradeI never have officially used the education in political science that I received. I do use it quite a lot in day-to-day life since so much of life is just politics. Although, admittedly, I play the game my own way. I’m not one to really follow any rules that are not 100% based in fact.

 

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Understanding the Comprehensive Metabolic Panel

Ah. The Comprehensive Metabolic Panel. Or the Comp Metabolic Panel. Or the CMP.

 

I knew that if you had managed to make it through the CBC post, you’d be waiting with bated breath for this one. I hate to disappoint, so here we go!

 

What is it? Basically it is a measure of your metabolism. When most people think metabolism, they think of it speeding up or slowing down, but for a doctor, it’s more a look at how your patient is functioning. Are their kidneys and liver okay? Are they having any sort of imbalances in their system? Is their blood sugar normal?

 

The components of the CMP include:

 

Total Protein - Means: This measures all the proteins in serum. Simply put, serum is what is left after your blood clots. It’s not a blood cell. - Range: 6.4-8.9

 

Albumin - Means: A wee protein that’s made in the liver. - Range: 3.5-5.7

 

Globulin - Means: Proteins that are made in the liver. They are pretty important. They are involved in the functioning of the liver, but also are important in blood clotting and fighting infection. The scariest thing during cancer treatment? Infections. - Range - 23-35

 

A/G Ratio - Albumin/Globulin Ratio. Means: The ratio of albumin to globulin. It’s helping to track liver or kidney stuff.

 

ALT - Stands for: Alanine Aminotrans. - Means: An enzyme found in the liver and kidneys. This is used to test for liver damage. The worst possible side effect seen on my clinical trial was someone who died from liver failure, although it is uncertain if the drug caused it or if there was some underlying cause. Anyway, I’m not drinking while on it. No problem! - Range - 7-52

 

AST - Stands for: Aspartate Aminotransferase. - Means: An enzyme in the heart and liver. Also good for detecting liver damage. - Range: 13-39

 

Alkaline Phosphatase - Means: Another one of those liver enzymes. If it’s high, though, it can be liver function issues *or* something is up with your bones. This is important because one of the rare side effects is acute myeloid leukemia. This is a cancer of the blood and bone marrow. Want to avoid that, methinks. - Range - 34-104

 

Total Bilirubin - Means: This is a waste product created by the liver as it breaks down - and recycles! - cells. Good to know our bodies are environmentally conscious. - Range - 0.3-1.0

 

Urea Nitrogen - Means: This is a measurement of nitrogen in the blood that comes from urea, a waste product. I’m often impressed by the naming of these things. How creative! Anyway, this is testing for damage to the liver. We want it to be normal. - Range: 7-25

 

Creatinine - Means: - A waste product from muscles. The kidneys filter it, so it helps measure kidney function. Range: 0.6-1.3

 

BUN/Creatinine Ratio - Stands for: Blood Urea Nitrogen/Creatinine Ratio - Means: The ratio  BUN to creatinine in the blood. Yep. If it’s too high, it could mean dehydration or congestive heart failure. These things are bad. - Range: 8.0-20.0

 

Glucose - Means: Your body’s energy source. This should be pretty stable. Not too high. Not too low. Just right! - Range: 70-105

 

Sodium - Means: It’s an electrolyte that helps balance water inside and around cells. Too much or too little is bad. - Range: 136-145

 

Potassium - Means: It’s a mineral! It helps your body keep the fluid balance spot on while also helping with contracting muscles and nerve signalling. It’s important because it helps you retain the right amount of water and can keep your blood pressure down. Get enough and you can avoid exciting things like strokes and kidney stones! Range: 3.5-5.1

 

Chloride - Means: It’s an electrolyte that helps with regulation of fluid in the body. - Range: 98-107

 

Carbon Dioxide - Means: It’s a byproduct of, oh, breathing. It does help maintain balance in your body. Too much is bad. Too little and you’re probably in a higher altitude or at an oxygen bar. - Range: 21.0-31.0

 

Calcium - Means: An important mineral. You know? Drink your milk! I don’t drink milk, but you can get calcium from other sources, such as cheese! It’s important for, oh, muscles, heart (hint: the heart is a muscle), bones. That kind of thing. - Range: 8.6-10.3

 

GFR Estimate - Stands for: Glomerular Filtration Rate. Means: An estimate of your kidney function. Pretty important. - Range: 90-120

Note: This test must be adjusted for race. If a person is African-American, the estimated GFR must be multiplied by a factor of 1.21 per a note on my chart. Mine is not adjusted as I am near-translucent white, especially in the winter.

 

My AST was low on the most recent test, and before that, my ALT as well. But overall everything has been in the normal range, so that is good. Please do keep in mind that depending on which doctor you are seeing, the ranges I’ve outlined above may be slightly different. My body doesn’t appear to know that it’s got cancer. That is why my type of cancer could have been an even worse problem if I had not been getting tests regularly due to family history. If it had been evident through physical examination or showing up in blood tests, I’d probably be stage 3 or later. Stage 3 is where the cancer has started to metastasize, or spread, throughout the body.

 

See? I. Am. Lucky.

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Woohoo!! We Just Bought a New Car!!

A blue Lotus sports car.
Isn't it great??

Kidding. Although, that is one of my dream cars, so feel free to buy it for me!

 

That’s just the sound of the 11 month medical payment plan at $282.32 starting. My favorite part of setting up a payment plan? Other than the fact that it won’t be paid off until after all of my treatment for my tatas is done? It was when I looked at it on my online portal and it said, “Payment Plan 1” next to it. Hint: I’ll probably need another payment plan next spring after my surgery. Fun!

 

Good news about a payment plan? It’s 1 cent off from the actual payment, so as long as I pay on time, we good. Also, that it exists. I do wonder, though, how many people just don’t pay it or can’t afford to pay it. I’m thinking back to my mortgage days and all the medical collections all over peoples’ credit reports. Ah, memories.

 

Plan is to pay it. I still have $1,815.37 left from what my friends raised for me which I may or may not use for the payment plans, or will hold until next spring with the next round of bills.

The front of a car with detail that makes it look like a face is coming out of it.

Because guess what??? I’ve hit my deductible!! All $6,950 of it. Congratulations, I guess? Next goal - this is a stretch goal, mind you - my out-of-pocket maximum weighing in at $7,900. I’m currently at $7,203.63. I may not hit this one - don’t be too upset! - because of my clinical trial. All of my drugs and most of my doctor appointments from here until the end of treatment with talazoparib are paid for by the drug company running the trial.

 

Unless they decide to discontinue the trial and kick me off. I’m assuming they won’t, but it could happen.

 

Goals for the rest of the year:

 

  1. Kick cancer’s ass until my health resets on January 1, 2020, at which time I will, apparently have a health reset since that’s when my insurance resets. I’m not hopeful that the reset will actually happen, but I’ll do my best.
  2. Husband can’t get sick! If he does, we will owe another $6950 deductible and $7900 out of pocket max. Also, Edie has advised us that she only cares about hunting bunnies and Arthur’s plan, if we are both sick, is to just stare at us with really, really wet eyes because that is, in his opinion, the best way to get treats and/or snuggle-cuddles.
  3. Try to stay as healthy as I am currently. Fingers crossed.
  4. Start working on the FU Cancer Foundation. I have no idea how to run a foundation and do not plan to once it’s up and running. I’d rather caption. But I think it’s important to help people get back into some sort of normalcy after all this cancer crap. And it stands for Follow-Up. Get your mind out of the gutter.

    A gray Honda Pilot and a white Honda Fit.
    Our actual cars. 2012 Pilot and 2009 Fit. The Fit is for sale!
  5. Get categories put on here so it’s easier to find something. Right now it’s entirely stream of consciousness. This is the 34th blog post I’ve started, by the way. I have a few I haven’t published yet.
  6. Get the bill/time thingy I’ve made up on here. Update is that we’ve spent 13 hours in the car, 16.75 hours in doctors offices, and drove 385 miles. Also, a lot of that was when we were going downtown, and we will start doing that more again in November. Oh! And my insurance has charged $58,904 and given themselves a discount of $40,974. Keeping track of this stuff is so fun, it makes my head hurt. I also need to reconcile my stuff - my out-of-pocket numbers don’t match theirs. Hm.
  7. Have fun. Enjoy my tatas during their last hurrah. Except the right one is kind of sore. I’m hoping this just means the drugs are attacking the tumor and kicking its ass.

Ciao!

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I Feel…

Mostly okay. I have been taking Talazoparib every day for almost two weeks now. I had some nausea, I was tired, but mostly I just feel okay. I will absolutely take that. I know it’s still early, but I will happily take the feeling of ‘fine’ over anything else that could be happening.

 

I’m doing everything I can to eat mostly good. Eat my fruits and veggies. Protein. Whole grains. Yes, I’ve added ice cream and chocolate, but I feel like extra calories are okay at the moment. I’m currently down about 1.5 lbs. I’m hoping that’s just because I’m eating mostly better and assuming that is all it is because that’s such a small number.

 

Next appointment is Tuesday morning. Just a checkup and blood work. I’ll take a look at those numbers when they show up on my portal so I can see how I am doing compared to last month. After that the next appointment is my one month checkup and an ultrasound. My hope is that we will already see progress on tumor shrinkage. Not going to hold my breath, but that is why we are doing this treatment. To see progress.

 

Most breast cancers are treated with surgery first and then chemotherapy and perhaps also radiation. This is called adjuvant therapy. I’ve never been one to follow the easy path, of course. Because of my cancer being triple negative, studies have shown that if the tumor is shrunk first, prior to surgery, there are better outcomes. This is neoadjuvant therapy. This is due in part to the aggressive nature of my cancer. By showing that we can treat it with these therapies, we have something to fall back on if it decides to randomly appear elsewhere at a later date.

 

The particular PARP (poly ADP - adenosine diphosphate - ribose polymerase) inhibitor I’m on is approved for metastatic cancers of this type. Metastatic meaning it’s spread beyond the breast and lymph nodes. I’m in one of the initial clinical trials to see how well it works on lower stage cancers. Should work. I’m going to say it’s working unless proven wrong by medical tests.

Amanda with short hair.
This was last night. I have basically stopped brushing my hair because. I don't need to! Ha!

Amanda with long hair.
It used to be much longer.

 

I did chop my hair. I used to have really long hair. Just over a year ago I chopped it to my shoulders. It was easier to care for when traveling. Now it’s chopped the shortest it’s been probably since I was a baby. I actually like it a lot. It’s very easy to take care of, and I honestly don’t have to brush it. Even if it doesn’t decide to fall out (side effects, yay!) I think I’ll keep it short through my treatment and surgery. So much easier to take care of.

 

That’s it for now. Just hanging out, waiting for the scary boom storm to pass to take my doggos for a walk.

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A Mastectomy…

Is not a boob job.

 

It’s okay if you did not know this. I’ve heard this from multiple people in different walks of life. This is the opportunity to get perky boobs!  Woohoo! Why not get implants? They’ll be perky and beautiful!

 

Yes. They can be perky and beautiful, but it’s a much different process. First, I never wanted this. I was ready to let the ladies do their thing as I aged. They were complying.

 

Second, a mastectomy is total removal of all of the breast tissue. All of it. There is nothing left to build on as you would with an elective implant process, because it’s just gone. Often, that includes all the skin as well. There are ‘skin-sparing’ options now, but again, they have nothing to build on with the tissue.

 

Why do they remove all of it?

 

When you elect for a mastectomy, that’s the agreement. There are other options available to some patients such as a lumpectomy. A lumpectomy would remove the tumor and tissue around it, known as the margin. They would ‘test the margin’ to see if any cancer had spread. If not, great! Your lumpectomy is complete. If it has spread, they’ll keep removing the tissue until they get it all.

 

I think waking up from a lumpectomy and realizing you’d had to instead have a mastectomy would be the worst. At least I’m able to wrap my head around what is going to happen to me and have time to process it.

 

So, what are the options for a mastectomy?

 

No reconstruction: Remove all the tissue and the skin - including the nipples - and ‘go flat.’ This option is more common than you think. You may not notice, especially if someone had a smaller chest to begin with or it’s your first meeting. Or they might be using prosthetics. Removable fake tatas. This is by far the easiest recovery from this surgery. Amputate the breasts, move on with your life after you heal. Well, as much as any cancer survivor can move on. There will still be screenings and tests for forever. Am I considering this option? Absolutely.

 

Reconstruction: This can happen during, immediately after or even years after a mastectomy. Let’s look at some reconstruction options, shall we?

 

Reconstruction with implants: If they are able to save some of the skin and nipples, great! There are times they cannot save the skin. Example: When the tumor is too close to the skin. This is an ‘easier’ surgery than with the next reconstruction option I’ll go over. But it is also more prone to issues in the future. Just recently there was a recall on breast implants. They’re causing implant-associated anaplastic large cell lymphoma in some patients. That’s cancer. And not just patients who had them put in after treatment for cancer, but in healthy women.

 

Back to information: Implants can be filled with saline or water, or a combination of the two. Or apparently vegetable oil? This information is coming from BreastCancer.org - I trust this site. But vegetable oil? Really??

 

Anyway. If you get implants and they’ve had to remove all the skin and stuff, guess what? You get to stretch your skin back out! This takes time and involves ‘expanders’ - they’re like balloons you put under the skin and they fill them over time until they stretch the skin to the correct size.

 

Sounds fun? I will not go this route.

 

Reconstruction with ‘flap’ surgery: Autologous reconstruction. Basically, they take fat from somewhere on your body - most commonly the belly, but can also be the back, derriere or inner thighs - and use this to make you new tatas. Sounds great! Except… it is a longer recovery time than either going flat or implants because, well, you have giant wounds to recover from in various areas now.

 

The good? Unlike implants, there does not appear to be any additional maintenance over time. And it’s your own tissue.

 

The bad? The recovery time, of course. But also that this surgery is not available everywhere to everyone. It requires a skilled plastic surgeon. I do have this as an option because of where I live. I’ll think about it.

 

I’ll go into more detail of different types of flap surgeries sometime, but for now let’s end today’s lesson. If you take away nothing else from this, please accept that while I’m happy for you getting your boob job, it’s nothing compared to a bilateral mastectomy.

 

Homework: Google mastectomy scars.

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I’m Tired

Pretty sure it’s the drugs. It’s like… a tired I can push through, but know I shouldn’t, but do anyway because the weather is too perfect. And now my office is almost useable again. It got a little crazy between being gone for 10 days and having just kind of thrown stuff in it before and after we got back. I can see my desk now. Improvement.

 

It’s also like a haze. I can seem perfectly normal and interact with people just fine, but I might be elsewhere. I don’t think anyone has noticed yet. Shhhh… don’t tell. Ha, ha.

 

I still need to wash the dogs today - they’ll love that* - but I imagine I’ll just sit in the shower and do it. Changing elevations too fast makes me dizzy. I learned this while we were working in the garden today. Yep.

 

I want to write about our fun time in San Diego. But I’m tired. It was our first real vacation in almost two years. A lot of that was due to our old dog Spencer. He hated everyone except us and Edie, so it was hard to leave him with anyone. Plus, he was suffering from dementia at the end of his life. It was horrible. 

 

That time made me tired too. I think 2019 is just going to be a tired year for me maybe?

 

Anyway, I will write about San Diego and Denver. I sent husband home and I continued to Denver. I’m kind of glad for non-refundable hotel rooms purchased BC. It was a needed respite from this weird world I’m finding myself in now.

 

I’m tired. That’s all I’m going to write today.

 

*Sarcasm in use.

 

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And So It Begins

Yesterday I took my first 1 milligram pill of talazoparib. I seriously have to look up how to spell it every time I have to write it somewhere. I think I don’t really want to think about it.

I took it at 7pm. I will take it at 7pm every night for six months as long as I behave and tolerate it well. Then I went to bed after a bit and got up very early to go downtown and work. Work helps. Doing fun stuff helps. But there’s always this thing in the back of your mind: I have cancer. I try not to go down the ‘why me!?’ path. That’s a slippery slope. Better people than I have had cancer, worse people. It doesn’t really discriminate. You can’t judge people based on them having a cancer diagnosis. If you do, I would like you to stop it. Now.

If you don’t, I hope you get cancer.

Okay. That is mean. But so is thinking people ‘deserved’ to get cancer. No one has said this to me, but I’ve seen others have to deal with this. It’s crap. Grow some empathy, please. And for those who think this kind of thing never happens, don’t be naïve. People can be terrible.

Okay. Done with that.

Here’s a quick rundown of my last few days. Monday I went for blood work. Again. I think I have a pint or so left. I had to go to two different places because they forgot to run a pregnancy test on me – I can’t be pregnant for the trial since cancer drugs + pregnancy = bad – but didn’t realize they needed another one. I’d had one a few weeks ago before we left for vacation. I’ll write about vacation soon.

Good news! I’m not pregnant.

Anyway, after all that fun of driving to two different places and paying to park at one – I’m kind of pissed off that so many hospitals around here make people pay for parking. Really?? – I was done for the day. We hung out with our neighbors in the evening and talked.

Tuesday at 10am I went in and got my pills. My oncologist did an examination because the trial says she has to. She felt nothing, which is what everyone has felt on me so far, and then I was handed the pills and told I could take them whenever was the best time for me, but it has to be at the same time every day. I was supposed to get a tracking thingy at that time, but it wasn’t working, so I had to go back later and pick it up. It’s a phone. All I can do on it is track stuff. Yes. I took my pill. No. I didn’t vomit (yet).

I left it at home for today. If I happen to get sick, I’ll make a note of it and let the clinical trial phone brick thingy know later. I’m not going to carry it around if I don’t have to.

And now I’m at work. I had my husband drive me in and he’ll pick me up later. This is a ‘just in case’ move because who knows how I will feel. I just started. I feel fine so far today. But I’ve only had one pill. It’s not built up in my system yet. I’m tired, but that’s for a different reason.

The fun story of why I’m tired: We have a beagle. She’s scared of thunderstorms. Last night was one of the bigger thunderstorms we’ve had since we’ve lived here and she kept trying to get into bed, but only succeeded in putting her paws on the side of the bed and making the entire bed vibrate. Eventually I got Edie the beagle to lay down next to Arthur the Chihuahua mutt as the storm was almost past us and she stopped making the bed vibrate.

Then we all slept until the alarms started going off at 5:30am.

And now I’m here working. Cheers!

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