My (Rosabella's) pink ribbon
Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:16 pm
Hi All!
This month marks a really important milestone in my life, and I’d like to share my story.
I had been faithful about getting my mammograms every year, so in the fall of 2000 I wasn’t too concerned when I found a marble-size lump in my breast. Nothing had shown up in my last mammogram, so I thought it must be just a cyst; it had to be… there’s no history of cancer in my family. I went to my doctor mid-December and mentioned it to him; he checked it and recommended a biopsy. A week before Christmas I got the results – it was a tumor… and it was malignant. (Merry Christmas
)
With the backlog of surgeries due to the holidays, I had a couple weeks to wait… and wait. I can tell you from personal experience that Dr. Kuebler-Ross’s five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance) are not experienced only by the dying – we go thru each of these same steps when dealing with any major trauma. There was a lot of “why me?” “This isn’t fair - I’ve always taken care of myself, stayed in shape, and didn’t abuse my body!”… and lots of tears.
But I did get to the point of acceptance and ready to do what I needed to do to heal myself. I read a lot, swinging from one extreme to the other while considering every option; my surgeon was so understanding and patient and discussed each of these options with me. I was really lucky to have such a great team of Doctors (University of Washington and Seattle Cancer Care Alliance) We decided to plan on doing a sentinel node biopsy (to test the lymph nodes for metastasis) and just a “lumpectomy” for the tumor. Of course, this was all subject to change depending on what they found during surgery, but the surgery went as planned and there was no trace of cancer in the lymph nodes.
A couple weeks later I started the series of radiation treatments. This was NO picnic, but preferable by far over chemotherapy treatments. I finished my radiation in April of 2001. I’ve been on Tamoxifen since then and will be switching to a new medicine this month.
So, here I am… five years later. I’ve got a couple 2-inch “battle scars” and four tiny tattoos (radiation markers) the size of the period at the end of this sentence but they don’t bother me. On the contrary, I see them as symbols of how lucky I was (and am) and as a daily reminder that every day is precious and not to be taken for granted. I see my Oncologist every six months and she says I’m doing great! I do know I was very lucky – so many women have had to go through devastating surgeries and chemotherapy poison… or worse.
So to end this (and ultimately the purpose of this thread) I just want to emphasize to you, your wives, daughters, mothers, etc. how important self-examinations are. I had assumed that my mammograms would find any and all problems, but it missed this one. Mammograms are a wonderful tool; it’s just not the only tool. ….and life is great!
Rosie

This month marks a really important milestone in my life, and I’d like to share my story.
I had been faithful about getting my mammograms every year, so in the fall of 2000 I wasn’t too concerned when I found a marble-size lump in my breast. Nothing had shown up in my last mammogram, so I thought it must be just a cyst; it had to be… there’s no history of cancer in my family. I went to my doctor mid-December and mentioned it to him; he checked it and recommended a biopsy. A week before Christmas I got the results – it was a tumor… and it was malignant. (Merry Christmas

With the backlog of surgeries due to the holidays, I had a couple weeks to wait… and wait. I can tell you from personal experience that Dr. Kuebler-Ross’s five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance) are not experienced only by the dying – we go thru each of these same steps when dealing with any major trauma. There was a lot of “why me?” “This isn’t fair - I’ve always taken care of myself, stayed in shape, and didn’t abuse my body!”… and lots of tears.
But I did get to the point of acceptance and ready to do what I needed to do to heal myself. I read a lot, swinging from one extreme to the other while considering every option; my surgeon was so understanding and patient and discussed each of these options with me. I was really lucky to have such a great team of Doctors (University of Washington and Seattle Cancer Care Alliance) We decided to plan on doing a sentinel node biopsy (to test the lymph nodes for metastasis) and just a “lumpectomy” for the tumor. Of course, this was all subject to change depending on what they found during surgery, but the surgery went as planned and there was no trace of cancer in the lymph nodes.
A couple weeks later I started the series of radiation treatments. This was NO picnic, but preferable by far over chemotherapy treatments. I finished my radiation in April of 2001. I’ve been on Tamoxifen since then and will be switching to a new medicine this month.
So, here I am… five years later. I’ve got a couple 2-inch “battle scars” and four tiny tattoos (radiation markers) the size of the period at the end of this sentence but they don’t bother me. On the contrary, I see them as symbols of how lucky I was (and am) and as a daily reminder that every day is precious and not to be taken for granted. I see my Oncologist every six months and she says I’m doing great! I do know I was very lucky – so many women have had to go through devastating surgeries and chemotherapy poison… or worse.
So to end this (and ultimately the purpose of this thread) I just want to emphasize to you, your wives, daughters, mothers, etc. how important self-examinations are. I had assumed that my mammograms would find any and all problems, but it missed this one. Mammograms are a wonderful tool; it’s just not the only tool. ….and life is great!

Rosie
