May 07, 2013 - 9:32 pm
1 big lumpectomy, 2nd surgery to get clean margins, 3rd surgery breast oncoplasty so I don't look lopsided the rest of my life. 51 years old, 3 kids, 28 years married to a wonderful man. Happy, Christian, and I found this damn cancer myself after exercising one day. I had begun a strict weight loss program and had just lost 30 lbs in 4 month.
I went in to this with DD so I had plenty to work with to get me down to a large B, small C using my own tissue. I had the drain out today, of course still wearing the oh-so sexy compression bra and tape over my stiches. I was diagonosed late March 2013. ER+ and PR+, along with Herr 2 "equivocal" so I'll do the Hercepton for a year. (Forgive my misspelling, all this is so new. These are words I'm ticked off that I have to know)
I'm petrified to begin chemo. I go between putting on a brave front to absolutley falling apart. I don't want to loose my hair. I don't want to look sick. I don't want to be sick. Life just got good. Kids are happy and out on their own within the past year. Husband and I are fixing the house up. Jobs are great. and then....BOOM! WAM! WACK! I have cancer.
Anyone ever feel this way? Just mad as Hell?