Well, technically 1 month and 1 day, since I got my diagnosis on Wed, Dec 23rd. But it feels like it's been so much longer though, because I was given the diagnosis by my PCM and I had to wait over 2 weeks to see the Breast specialist to get any real information.
What have I learned in this month?
First, I've learned way more about breast cancer, staging, testing & treatment than I ever thought I'd need to know. I'm far from an expert, but I can definitely explain the basics to anyone who's interested.
I learned a lot about other people:
It turns out breast cancer is a lot like a miscarriage, you just don't realize how many people have suffered through it until you yourself have. I understand that breast cancer isn't something you run around telling everyone you're fighting or you've fought, but I do wish there was some sort of hand signal or something, so I could recognize a survivor easily & someday a new diagnosis can recognize me as a survivor. Since I've been so open about my diagnosis, many people have come to me to share their experience with me, which I am so grateful for. It's so wonderful to have such support and know that life can get right back to normal after my treatment.
I'm pretty shocked at how many people will try to push their 'healthier, less invasive, natural cures' onto someone with cancer. I'm not talking about anyone on my friend's list, but instead what I've witnessed when others share their diagnosis in various groups I'm in, none of which are 'cancer groups, by the way. Or random individuals who have msged me asking if I've considered oils for my cure. I appreciate that you have that much faith in your products, but how dare you try to profit from my or other's diagnosis? To these people, I say, "Gamble with your own life, not mine." If you have the misfortune of finding out you have cancer, please, do whatever treatment you think is best. I realize that my cancer is not something that is uncureable, but if left untreated, it can & will spread, threatening my life. So for me, I will take the advice of a medical field that has done decades and decades of research and has changed the survivability of cancer. ;) I'm not opposed to natural solutions in conjunction with medical, but not alone.
All that said, I'm still humbled and so touched by the outpouring of love & support I've received from so many people. I appreciate everyone's kind words, prayers and vibes of healing & strength for me and my family. I had so many people offer to get me in touch with someone they know who has walked this journey ahead of me, and for that I am so grateful. I've been on the lookout for support groups on fb but I'm surprised that there aren't any groups for younger women diagnosed with breast cancer. Maybe I'll start one myself for other ladies like me who are going through this.
I've also learned a lot about myself:
Those that know me well enough know that I can joke in sometimes the most unlikely times. This is definitely one of those times. It's pretty funny to see how some people take my joking about something as serious as cancer. I almost feel sorry for my new oncologist and her staff. While she was doing my exam, I joked about being done with these old saggy boobs. I've told others about the benefit of getting new perky boobs for free, with bonus liposuction on my trouble areas. I told Ray I want a shirt that says, "body by breast cancer" when this is all over with. For those that don't share my sense of humor, my intention is definitely not to offend and I hope I never do offend anyone. But I am going to come at this as me, sometimes a bit crude and raw, but always just me.
I'm learning to be my own advocate. I am so upset with the lack of communication and information I was given at the breast surgeon's office. I learned more about local support from a simple pamphlet in the oncologist's waiting room than I ever got from the breast surgeon's office. The receptionist didn't follow through with pretty much anything she said she would. Starting with calling the oncologist's office to ask if they take my insurance (when I checked with her, she basically just told me to go ahead and call myself), not sending on my information to the Nurse Patient Advocate or responding to a inquiry about coordinating with the plastic surgeon. I plan to contact the surgeon's office this week to discuss my disappointment with their services. As the first point of contact for people like me, just diagnosed with breast cancer, they have really dropped the ball. I'm hoping it's only with me, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's not their standard care.
The oncologist's office has been amazing. The receptionist was already on the phone with the cardiologist's office to schedule my echocardiogram when I sat down with her to checkout. I was called within 3 hours of my appointment by their advocate with information on all the resources available to me, as a woman diagnosed with cancer under the age of 40. I am so glad that they are so supportive and helpful.
I thought for sure I'd be a hot crying mess throughout this whole experience, but I'm done with that part of this journey...or at least I think so. I don't feel like a victim and we haven't questioned God once. I don't even think I've thought "Why me?" more than once. We've been given this challenge and I think it will not only be a blip in our life a year from now, but also a wonderful learning experience. It's helped me remember what the important things in life are: family & friends. It's helped me define those that I want to keep in my life and those that I need to distance myself from.
I've learned a lot about the strength of my children as well:
We wanted to wait until we had a definite plan of action before telling the children. Ray and I know that the big C word can be scary and overwhelming for children, especially the younger ones. Once we got what we thought was our plan of action (surgery first) we sat down with Emeline to tell her the news. She surprised us by saying she kind of already knew. Apparently she'd seen something I'd left out (oops) and figured it out herself. We asked why she hadn't told us and she said, "I figured you'd tell me when you were ready to." Who is this child?! We told Everett & Elianna & they have taken it in stride. Unlike Emeline, they were pretty bummed that we won't be moving to TX this summer as we'd planned. They understand that I'm going to lose my hair and Everett said he'll shave his in solidarity (probably mostly because Ray said he would). But I'll take it. I love these kids to the moon and back, and they are really the reason I'm able to be so optimistic.
One month down, only about 8 months to go! Thank you all again for the support & love & for reading the ramblings of a young woman (haha!) learning about life & disease. I love you all!