My Dear Mother lost her battle in 1965. I was 9 years old, and remember a lot to this day. I love and miss my Mother daily. I wear pink in her honor, and all who struggle to beat breast cancer, and all who just can't try any longer. Bless you all, and RIP, Dear Mother.
While going through testing to see what autoimmune disease I have, I just happened to do a self exam and found a lump in my right breast. Within 3 days I was undergoing a Mammogram and CT Scan and 3 days later a biopsy.
I don't know why but when I was driving to the biopsy appointment I just knew what they would find and I was right - when I received the call I wasn't surprised. During the testing for autoimmune disease though some swollen lymph nodes were found around my trachea, so before anything could be done about the breast cancer I had to have a tracheotomy. Luckily that came back clear (I have histoplasmosis).
So onto the breast cancer - since the lump was small and ER+ I had a choice of radiation for 6 to 7 weeks or radiation via the Savi Unit which meant only 5 days. I chose the Savi way. It was an intense 10 treatments in 5 days but it was relatively painless. Having the Savi Unit inserted hurt a bit, wearing the unit was uncomfortable and having it removed was just an "ouch" but I'm glad I went the Savi way.
My breast cancer was caught early - Stage 1 and all cancer was removed so I am cancer free - I kicked butt, with the help of my friends and family. Having their support was the most important thing to me through this entire process. I couldn't have done it without them! And I especially could not have fought this fight without my 14 year old daughter at my side. This is definitely a fight that cannot be fought alone!
I had felt the lump months before and didn't really think anything of it. When I went to the Dr it wasn't even for the lump so when she said I needed a mammogram and ultrasound I thought it was a waste of time. The nurse at the breast center was scheduling the biopsy before I even realized what was happening. April 1st, 2014 I was diagnosed with stage 2b breast cancer. I was in shock. I was a 34 year old married mother of 3 kids. This couldn't really be happening. It seemed so surreal. It took me a couple hours to decide there was one way I wanted to go about this fight, with humor and positivity. And thats what I did. I had a double mastectomy, 6 rounds of chemo and 30 rounds of radiation. Anything that went wrong throughout the fight, we turned into a funny situation. We laughed....alot. I am thankful everyday that I went to the Dr that day and that she was so set on me getting it checked out. As tough as breast cancer is, there was alot more positives that came out of this situation than there were negatives. I was shown amazing kindness and generosity by all those I know and even those I don't. We had the largest support system that I have ever seen. It was amazing for my kids to see so many family, friends and strangers reach out to us and help. As of Jan 6th I am officially in remission. I am thankful that I have been able to stay positive and always find the humor in this journey. Laughter really is the best medicine.
My Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was 15 years old. Today, I am 36 years old and my Mom still has breast cancer. It has metastasized to her liver, lungs and bones. I have watched her go through some of the hardest battles a woman can endure. I used to live in constant fear that I was going to get a phone call and my best friend and Mom would be taken from me. Now that I am older and have had 21 years to accept what my Mom has to battle on a daily basis, I am thankful when that phone rings. I hear her voice and I know she has woken up to fight another day. I am not in denial. I know that one day she will be taken up to a better place where she will feel no pain and be free from all of the side effects of her illness. What I am is hopeful, blessed and thankful. I have had the privilege to make memories and bless this formidable woman with Grandchildren and those Grandchildren have been able to make memories with her, as well. I am hopeful that she will be here for my 40th Birthday and I am so thankful for all of the above. She is my rock and my inspiration. She has taught me to fight hard for anything I truly want in life. Nothing is out of reach if you just believe!
Was diagnosed February 2014 with stage 3 inflammatory breast cancer.The adventure started with my left breast swelling to the size of a small basketball.Went to my doctors in November 2013, was sent for mammogram results negative (nothing to worry about as per technician). Back to doctors,send a referral to the Breast Clinic. Three months before I could get in, didn't want to wait that long. Decided to visit emergency department, nurse practitioner was the first to take a blood sample results no infection, suspected something more serious. Contacted the breast clinic to get the appointment moved up to a sooner date, rescheduled within one week. Still not satisfied another emergency department. Emergency doctor ordered ultra sound came back negative, couldn't see anything. Remember him putting his hand on my knee and telling me his thoughts, they weren't great. He stated he thought it was Cancer but couldn't diagnose without more testing. Scheduled an ultra sound at local hospital on the following Monday. Technician couldn't see anything, wanted to go a step further and decided to schedule a biopsy. Waited 2 hours before biopsy could be performed. My wonderful husband was there by my side holding my hand throughout whole experience. Seen breast doctor on Friday, got news Inflammatory Breast Cancer Stage 3. A day I will never forget. Started chemo April 2014, 8 rounds of chemo, last day (August 27, 2014) . A double mastectomy with reconstruction surgery, 25 rounds of radiation began on November 12, 2014 and ended December 17, 2014. Cancer free! I won't have been able to complete this journey without the incredible support system, my wonderful husband, my sons, my wonderful sisters and family close and far. My work family that were understanding and supportive allowing my husband time needed to take care of me.
I was diagnosed at age 33 with stage 3 invasive ductal carcinoma aka Breast Cancer. The strange part was that I was in no way, shape, or form surprised. The summer before my diagnosis I was becoming tired often and experienced frequent arm pain. Eventually, I felt the lump under my arm and before the Oncologist could say it was confirmed; I had already confirmed it in my own mind. Just the thought of what was to come made me frightened and ill. I faced it head on-pardon the pun (bald is beautiful) and held on to my character, strength and humor throughout it all. Chemo was aggressive and lasted for a 6month time frame. My hair, a head full of soft curls began to change in texture. I cut it into a bob and still it continued to change. Then one day the few inches of coarse hay fell out in clumps-exposing my scalp. I called for a barber I knew to come to my home and to bring the straight razor. It was a shock to see the shiny orb that sat above my shoulders. I was both impressed at the perfect sphere shape and tortured by the absence of my curly locks. It is possible to be happy and devastated simultaneously, to laugh and shed tears of pain in one moment.
Remember I mentioned I had to hold on to my humor? Trust me I held on tightly; especially when going to the Cancer Center to try on wigs.
Every oddly colored, matted and mangled concoction of artificial and real-hair wigs was presented to me in 45 minute's time. Whoa! If there was ever a time that I considered being completely bald on a regular basis; it was then. So I took a trip to several hair supply stores in some sketchy areas and low and behold-it was like I hit the hair lottery! I found colors that complimented and cuts that flattered. I was beyond excited and couldn't wait to get those bad boys on.
Oh, Iv'e run out of space-and there is so much more.......
I am a 3X Cancer Survivor since I was 14 . I had HD, Schwanoma . (cancer of the lining of the nerve) and Thyroid. I was diagnosed with BC Dec 11 2014. It was caused from the radiation treatment I had 33 years ago. I am now 47 . I'm not sure what form of cancer, because I was suppose to go today to get the results of finding out how much chemo I am receiving. I will also be going through a double mastectomy with reconstructive surgery after my chemo treatments. What I take from my past experiences, is that I am stronger than strong, and "Laughter is the best Medicine"! Life throws us a curveball, that is meant to hit us, not dodge It will mould me and shape me into the person I am suppose to be.
"Sometimes you have to get knocked down lower than you've ever been, to stand up taller than you ever were."
It was the summer of 2003, and school had just let out. I am teacher, and usually take care of all my yearly appointments in the summer. I was 59 at the time, in good health, no history of any breast cancer in my family. I exercised, ate healthy, and really tried to take care of myself. I went for my yearly mammogram, having done this uneventfully for the past 10 years. This time was different. I could see it on the radiologist's face! And, so it went....more mammograms, needle biopsy, diagnosis...invasive lobular cancer, stage 1. I think I was in shock because I felt if it could happen to me, then, it could happen to anyone!!! I cried at first, like we all do, then went into fighting mode. Bilateral mastectomy with immediate reconstruction, 4 rounds of chemo with hair falling out. No radiation, thank goodness since it was not close to the chest wall. I did not work during that time, and my husband also happened to lose his job at the same time. It was really a blessing to have him home with me most of the time. God was good!! Our church basically fed us for those months, and in March, 2004, I got a call to come back to work to take the place of a teacher who had left. By that time, my hair was growing back, I felt I needed to get my life back to normal, whatever that meant! Within 24 hours of my getting that call, my husband got a call to go back to work! It has now been 11 1/2 years, and I remain cancer free. Cancer treatment is hard, I will not lie, but there is life beyond cancer. I am now 71 years old, still teaching 3rd graders at a great school! Oh, and I forgot to say, my son was just finishing 5th grad when all this happened and now he is married and a special ed teacher of severely autistic elementary students!! Life is GREAT!!!
Doris Parreno went to the doctor for a routine physical. On November, 2011, she had a mammogram and was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, Triple Positive, Estrogen Positive, High Grade, DCIS, Invasive, Aggressive Carcinoma. She was prescribed a very heavy treatment which included Lumpectomy, Chemotherapy, Radiation, Herceptin and Tamoxifen for 5 years. She did get the lumpectomy. The rest of the treatment was so scary considering it was referred to it as “preventive treatment”. Before her scheduled chemo date, she did a lot of research as to various options but was hesitant to try anything else because she figured the hospitals know best. In the process of her research, she heard Suzanne Somers talk about ‘chemo sensitivity test’. Doris thought it made sense if she had to do chemo she better do that test. She did the test and discovered that the chemo that was going to be given had a very high chance of not working. She had seen friends go through ‘chemo’ that did not work; and it could have been recipe for disaster. So, she asked her oncologist if she could have the chemo that was going to work based on the chemo sensitivity test. She told Doris that they do not customize treatment for patients and what was offered is what she would have to take. The test also offered alternative therapies that were non toxic and seemed to work for the circulating tumour cells that Doris had. She had no choice but to go the alternative route. As soon as she started to follow that route she started to get better. In one month her area of inflammation went down 75% and her numbers improved; so it was working and she didn’t have to compromise her immune system. She went on an intense program to fight the battle with cancer on intense IV therapy, supplements, needles, German acupuncture, Gerson Therapy and essential oils. Three years after her diagnosis, she can say that she is on her way to full healing. Doris now dedicates her time by telling others of this alternative route.
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