Thought I’d give you a pic of me with hair, in celebration of the fact that mine is growing. I got about a half inch goin’ on, and it is thickening up
It is also my husband, Todd’s, birthday today, so I thought I’d put him up there too!
(*update–it is his birthday tomorrow…I’m laughing at myself b/c I wished him a happy bday thing morning when I was half asleep. I bet he thought I was nuts and had a good chuckle…CHEMO BRAIN!!)
Ready to continue on this crazy “up and down” ride with me??
My last post told you the lump my physical therapist recently found was bone and scar tissue. This was checked by a nurse practitioner, by feeling, not a doctor.
I had PT therapy again yesterday morning, and again, she spent a bit of time feeling the lump area, with a puzzled look on her face. We discussed the possibility of me visiting Dr. Hinze, my plastic surgeon, because he was the last one in there and may have a better idea if it is scar tissue.
As I left my PT session, I received a call from my good friend, Nancy, who gently told me a story of a friend of hers with breast cancer who also found a lump shortly after her mastectomy and was told it was scar tissue. It ended up being cancer, and she regretted not getting a second opinion. She told me to follow my gut and was really encouraging.
Those two things were enough to get me to call Dr. Hinze office. They had just happened to have a cancellation for the following morning– this morning.
So thankful I could get in right away.
God fits all the pieces for me.
I saw Dr. Hinze. He could visually see the lump we were talking about and when he felt it, he agreed it would be good to check it out. He was so very, very kind and reassuring…always has been.
His nurse, who also has been amazing every step, took me into her office to coordinate with my radiation oncologist, Dr. Rao, who I was supposed to see this coming Monday. He is another doctor whose gentleness was so appreciated today. Even though we have not met yet, he has called me personally several times and has been so kind on the phone. He asked the nurse to talk to me and he said “We are going to check this out. We are all here for you and are going to take good care of you. We need to know what this is, as it may change the plan. I will call you the minute I get the biopsy results. Try not to worry, everything will be ok” He was so sincere. I can’t wait to meet him.
Doctors and nurses (and physical therapists!) have become my heroes. I have been so blessed by them.The plan:
I will go to St. Elizabeth’s Hospital Monday morning, to have the biopsy done. Surgery is at 10:20. It will be strange to be where I had my mastectomy again. It is a quick procedure, I will be in “twilight” sleep.
I am not sure how soon we will have the biopsy results back. That is ok, I’m getting better at this waiting thing..
Today I feel…quiet. Contemplative.
I feel so thankful that everything worked out so quickly. I feel thankful that I was somewhat prepared for this day, because of the hard day that I told you about last journal entry. I feel so very taken care of by my medical “team” of doctors. I feel the Lord’s peace.
I also feel sad.
But then I am reminded of this — I read it last night. It prepared me and gave me a visual of what the God of the Universe does with my tears.
- Cording occurs as a result of the lymph glands and lymph channels being removed from your axilla region or armpit
- Cording often shows itself as a palpable tight and painful band of tissue (like a cord – hence the name) running down the arm towards the hand
- Cording can be felt at any part of the arm (Marjory had pain and tightness down the back of her arm but I’ve heard of other women who feel it in the forearm or around the elbow)
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Cording is a kind of soft tissue tightness usually seen in the axilla.It can extend from the mastectomy or lumpectomy or even the drain scar down the arm to the wrist. It is painful and can sometimes recur. The pain of cording can settle in a few weeks or can last for months
- Some physical therapists say that the cords can be stretched or massaged and that this can lead to an immediate improvement in range of motion and a decrease in pain. Some women say that massage is too painful to tolerate
- Cording is probably due to changes in the arm’s lymph vessels and can appear six to eight weeks following surgery or even months or years afterwards.
- Cording usually gets better spontaneously, though you may need physiotherapy to stretch the cords and some doctors may give you antibiotics as treatment
I went in to discuss my pathology reports with Dr. M today. It was so good to see her.
I was very eager to hear the results of my Oncotype DX test, which we have spent 2 weeks waiting for, but the results were not in yet. They do expect them today or tomorrow, but– we are keeping it interesting for you all again–these results will not tell us anything because they sent the original biopsy specimen instead of my surgical biopsy specimen. So now, they have to do a second Oncotype DX test, which means 2 more weeks of waiting…CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT???
Dr. M was not happy about it, at all.
We were so relieved that it looked like insurance was going to cover the first test, but to get approval for the second test may be tricky. These tests are $3,000 each! All I gotta say is, if insurance does not agree to cover both, it is a good thing Todd’s dad is an attorney and can give us free legal advice!
Todd wrote about my pathology report here, and we really didn’t learn a whole lot more. The reason why a second test is so important is because there are 2 different type of cancers we are dealing with now. We knew about the Ductal Carcinoma because that is what showed up on my original biopsy. The Lobular Carcinoma was shown in the surgical specimen, the tissue that was taken during my mastectomy. The Oncotype DX test that was just done on the Ductal, she expects to come back as high risk, but that does not matter because chemo took care of that. The second Oncotype DX test they do, which should have been done in the first place, will be on the Lobular Carcinoma tissue. She said if she had to guess, she expects it to come back as Low risk, but is unsure and we just have to wait.
Low risk would mean I can go straight onto radiation, then hormone therapy (taking a pill, Tamoxifen, for 5 years) which would be great.
Med. risk, we are not sure what we would do. It is a gray area.
High risk we will for sure do more chemo.
Lobular cancer is interesting. It is more quiet, almost stealth like. It is slower growing, but does tend to spread to lymph nodes like mine did. It is harder to be felt, which is why it seemed like all that was left was scar tissue. It responds well to hormone treatment, and less to chemo treatment, which could be why the Ductal is gone but the Lobular is not. It does not show up as well on scans, which helps makes sense of my negative PET scan. The lymph nodes did not show up on scans because they were minimally positive. .8 centimeter is too small to show up on scans.
She sent us home with the surgical pathology report, and I have to tell you, it is WEIRD to read about yourself in this way. Gives me shivers to read about my insides being removed and studied on the outside. Here is an example of what I mean, again, just to keep you entertained:)
A. LEFT BREAST TISSUE: Received fresh (ew) in a container labeled “Bowman, Amy S. (that’s me!). Left breast tissue, two pieces with axillary tissue (lymph nodes) attached is 14.5 x 9.0 x 2.0 cm left mastectomy specimen. (told you I was small chested:)). On the anterior surface there is an ellipse of skin with a central nipple (yes, I had to go there! That was the weirdest part for me to read so I have to share!!) The breast consists of 40% gray (gray? is that normal?) fibrous and cystic soft tissue with a definite infiltrating lesion. (so glad to have that sucka out)…
…ok I’ll stop there, but there are 3 more pages:) So. Very. Weird.
But not sad, because I must tell you, I really am beginning to like my new parts!! Just wait… I’m sure I will write a post about it 🙂
So yes, more of the waiting game. I am learning to laugh and shrug at these waiting games. I’m trying to learn how to find joy in the journey, or on this “roller coaster” I might say, to find meaning in the ride. More about that here...
Lately, I’ve been in a line, feeling stuck. It is called the “waiting- for- test- results” line, and it seems never ending because the results of these tests need more tests, and on the wait goes. It is not fun.
I think that I tend to stand in this line, to the side of this coaster called Life, almost paralyzed, sometimes being willing to take the ride, but lots of times I am distracted, just standing in line, waiting, because that seems like the natural thing to do. It is what is expected.
I feel like something has been revealed to me.
I see some empty seats on the coaster ride that I had not seen before. Why have I spent time waiting in line when there are empty seats that need filled? Not only are they empty, but the ones I am meant to sit in are made only for me.
I am learning how to resolve myself to the inevitable twists and turns that come while I am on. I am learning to buckle up and find joy in the ride, despite the uncertainty and insecurity it can create in me. The extra brave hold their hands up, even when the coaster seems to be spiraling out of control. I want to be extra brave. I want to hold my hands up in glee, letting go of all control, because I know the buckle will hold me. He is my security. He is trustworthy.
He has reason for my ride. He has seats that only I can fill while on it. He knows the joy and freedom I can experience when I am being exactly where I need to be, buckled in at all times. If I refuse, I am missing out on this Joy ride. I’m especially missing out on those riding around me, for you see, they too, have twist and turns that are scary.
I REFUSE to be one who gets stuck and distracted, with what seems like important busyness, when really, all it is that I am doing is
nothing
but waiting in a line that is meaningless, when there are empty seats. Custom made seats for each individual who are willing to jump on. Who are willing to see those around them, who are willing to see that together, if buckled in, they can do amazing things for eternity.
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I had another really good day! I feel like I am healing quickly. The burning sensation in my chest is less, and the range- of -motion in both arms is improving.
I had a friend over this morning who is also fighting breast cancer, we had the best time talking and connecting. God and cancer have entwined our hearts-I love you, Nanc!
I was treated to a pedicure this afternoon by my friend Keeli. IT WAS SO GREAT to do something girly with her. It was relaxing and conversation so meaningful, as it always is with my Kee! Loved it.
Tonight is family movie night. My friend, Karma, is ordering Italian food to be delivered for our dinner.
I took some time to read through my journal the other night, and it was so cool read back over the last year and see how God prepared me for the fight I had coming up.
There was a page that I had written while sitting in church last spring, long before I knew I had cancer. We had just finished singing a song in church with these lyrics:
Since I am so sick
Since I am in need
This song must have spurred me on to write, as I wrote the lyrics out in my journal, and then just kept on writing while sitting there in church. I don’t remember writing this, but found it very interesting, reading it 10 months later. It expresses my heart and how I have felt lately!! Thought I would share:
An utter submission to His ways.
A sprawled out, head down,exhausted and limp
Nothing left of me.
Empty, spilled out
Core exposed, broken.
What is left?
A hearts desire to be filled only with you.
A raw, child- trust, that you will hold my exposed heart,
for you are good, and know how to make us like You.
Breaking heart,
Shattered self,
Pride gone-no room for it.
Piece by piece you restore & redeem
Come Lord, come quickly.
Put me back together, but break me completely first.
Do your redeeming work.
Give me eyes to see
A heart that trusts
YOU are the answer, the only answer.
I am sick
I am in need
I have no healing within me
BUT-YOU are my help and my redeemer.
Come quickly, Lord.
The song below is my song for today. I love it, especially right at 2:18 where it goes into who He is. So soothing for my soul.
Lift Up Your Head
To the One who meets us here
Let us all fall down
Before the God who welcomes us in
Lift up your head
And throw off every chain
Lift up your eyes
To the One who doesn’t change
Lift up your hands
The broken He will mend
So lift up your head
Let us all fix our gaze
On the Author of our faith
From all else we turn away
For the joy that conquers shame
Lift up your head
And throw off every chain
Lift up your eyes
To the One who doesn’t change
Lift up your hands
The broken He will mend
So lift up your head
He is Lover
He is Redeemer
He is Father
He is Friend
He is our shelter
HE IS OUR HEALER
He is the lifter of our head
Lift up your head
And throw off every chain
Lift up your eyes
To the One who doesn’t change
Lift up your hands
The broken He will mend
So lift up your head