Friday 23 December 2016

Radiation

One thing I’ve learned through treatment is to just go with the flow. Nothing remains the same. Ever. I was originally supposed to have surgery to remove more lymph nodes once I was finished chemo. Upon meeting with my surgeon however, the plan changed to focus on my primary cancer treatment first – chemo and radiation – and then discuss surgery afterwards. I had anticipated having a few weeks off after chemo and was dreaming of a week-long vacation somewhere warm, but alas things change and plans are never set in stone. The cancer agency called me a few days after finishing my last treatment to set up an appointment with the radiation oncologist the following week and let me know that I would be starting radiation within 3 weeks. I wasn’t expecting to start so quickly but was glad that things kept moving along to get rid of this beast.

When I first spoke with the radiation oncologist in the summer, she advised me that I would be given 20 treatments of radiation to the breast and lymph nodes to kill any remaining cancer cells. Things had changed though as I began to ponder the benefits of doing preventative surgery. Although studies have found that a lumpectomy vs mastectomy have the same overall survival rates, there was an increased risk of recurrence by only doing a lumpectomy. Even though I will be tested often and a recurrence of breast cancer would likely be found in the early stages, the last thing I wanted was to go through this all over again. The type of breast cancer I have too tends to be multi-focal meaning that there can be multiple tumors within the breast and has a tendency to spread to the other breast as well. Since the possibility of mastectomy was now on the table, the new plan would be to lower the dose of radiation and extend the amount of treatments to 28 to preserve the tissue as best as possible. The tissue would be easier to work with and have less complications/side effects by giving the radiation in lower doses.

Two weeks before beginning radiation, I had a planning CT scan done to differentiate between normal and cancerous tissue areas and determine the amount and location of radiation to be given. The radiation techs placed a clear plastic type board over me on which they drew an outline of my breast and the lumpectomy incision area. Then, they put three felt marks on the area around my breast as coordinates to align the lasers and conducted the scan. Once finished, the marks were permanently tattooed on me so that they didn’t wash off as they would be used as coordinates for each of my radiation treatments. I can say that I’ve officially got my first tattoos now!

The tricky part was trying to figure out how I would attend my appointments as radiation is only done in Victoria at the cancer agency, about an hour and a half from my house. I could either stay at the cancer lodge for a fee of $53 per night which includes shared accommodations and 3 meals a day or I could drive down every day with the cancer van which is free of charge and run by the Freemasons society with numerous volunteer drivers. I opted to drive down with the cancer van since it would start adding up with the cost of accommodations. One of my sister’s friends we grew up with also graciously offered to let me stay at her place which I took advantage of a few times to break up the driving (thanks Candace and Brian!).
Day 1 of radiation

On my first day of treatment, I was shown the routine that would take me through the next 28 treatments. I grabbed a gown which I kept in my own cubby to be reused each time. I was led into the radiation area and was laid down on the radiation machine and the techs shifted my body ever so slightly to align my tattoos with the lasers. Once aligned with the coordinates, the techs left the room and the machine began to buzz and move around me. The treatment itself only took about 5 minutes and I didn’t feel anything during that time. I spoke with a nurse afterwards who outlined the side effects of radiation over time. These included fatigue and skin changes to the radiated area. It was important for me to hydrate my skin as much as possible to avoid a skin reaction such as a redness or itchiness. Some people can get what looks like a sunburn over time which, depending on how bad it is, can blister. 

Over the course of treatment, I got into the routine of driving down to Victoria and back everyday, coming home and going out for a walk with my dog. She’s such a good motivator for me to continue exercising throughout all of this. Most days there’s nothing more I’d like to do than to come home and relax but I know I need to keep moving to offset the side effects and to stay strong. It’s good therapy for me as well getting outside and enjoying the fresh air and appreciating the beauty around me. I had a check in with the radiation oncologist two weeks into treatment to see how things were going and if I had any questions. Other than a few pains in my breast and rosiness of the skin, I was responding well to treatment.

One of the great things about being at the cancer agency is the people. They make this whole process so much easier and it doesn’t feel like you’re in a hospital or typical health care setting. There are many volunteers throughout the building offering tea or coffee, showing you where to go or just being a friendly face to chat with every day. And the staff are so friendly and always smiling and making you feel comfortable in an otherwise uncomfortable stressful situation. Not only are the people great, but I was pleasantly surprised one day when a couple therapy dogs came in with their owners to work their own magic. I am a huge animal lover so having these dogs around made me so happy and excited for the next time I would get to see them.

After completing 25 out of 28 treatments, I had a check in with the radiation oncologist once again. My skin was now getting redder in spots and it ached more at times but the low doses of radiation were sitting fairly well with me. The lymph nodes had their max dose of radiation at 25 treatments so my breast would be the only thing radiated for the remaining 3 treatments. This meant an even quicker radiation session now only taking about 3 minutes. It’s crazy to think of driving over 3 hours everyday for a quick 3-5 minute appointment.

As I travel down for my last appointment today, I feel grateful for many things. Being able to live in a country where we are provided exceptional care and treatment for cancer. Building relationships with new people I met on my drive down or at the cancer agency. And also forming closer bonds to those I’ve known over the years and got the opportunity to spend more time with recently. I feel so accomplished to reach another milestone in my treatment plan and look forward to getting one step closer to beating this.
All finished 28 radiation treatments!

Bone pain, hot flashes, fatigue...oh my!

For the second half of my treatment, I was switching over to a chemo drug called Paclitaxel which was given intravenously over the course of 4.5 hours. Some of the more common side effects included bone pain, muscle pain, neuropathy (tingling of the fingers and toes), and fatigue but no nausea! I was one happy girl to hear that after dealing with the ill effects of the “Red Devil” treatment. The drug can cause some people to have an allergic reaction so I was given Benadryl prior to treatment to help prevent a severe reaction, if any. A few minutes after being given the Benadryl, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m not usually one to nap during the day but I couldn’t keep my eyes open for the life of me and dozed off for a couple hours. 

I didn’t know what to expect or how I would feel after switching over to the new drug but surprisingly I felt pretty good once I got home and somewhat “normal”. My head was a bit foggy and I was tired but other than that I had a good appetite with no signs of nausea. A couple days later though, I noticed that I was getting a few aches and pains in my legs and back so I figured it must be the bone pain setting in. It didn’t seem that bad until I went to bed that night. My legs and back began to throb and seemed to get progressively worse as the night went on. My GPO had told me to take a Tylenol for pain relief and something stronger if it didn’t help. I hate taking pills but I finally caved and took a Tylenol after dealing with non-stop pain for four hours. It seemed to take a little bit of the edge off, but the pain was still there and kept me awake throughout the night.

Another side effect I experienced once I switched to Paclitaxel was the hot flashes. Chemo for breast cancer typically throws most premenopausal women into a chemically induced menopausal state as the ovaries are temporarily shut down resulting in a lack of estrogen production. I had noticed when I first started chemo that my head was a bit hot at times, but now I would wake up in the middle of the night feeling like my entire body was boiling from the inside out. Even though I tried everything to keep cool, from sleeping with the fan or putting a cold towel on my head, nothing seemed to cool me down. I knew I just had to let the hot flashes run their course until I could find relief. This could take anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes each time. 


Over the course of the remaining three treatment cycles, the bone pain and hot flashes got progressively worse. The oncologist had said the side effects of chemo are cumulative which I was beginning to understand. I could feel my bones ache slightly during the day with the occasional cringing pain here and there. But once I laid down at night, the bone pain thrived. I could feel it coming on within seconds of hitting the bed and my legs and back would ache deep down to the bone. The hot flashes continued and became more frequent throughout the nights as well leaving me with little to no rest. I had to start taking a sleeping pill once in awhile so my body could get the rest and recharge it needed to fight.

My veins also began playing a game of hide and seek for the remaining treatment cycles. I was
always told before that my veins were a nurse's dream. Nice and plump and easy to find. But what I didn’t know, was that over the course of chemo, the veins started to get smart and would hide after being poked so much. Since I had the lymph nodes taken out on my right affected side, I had to get the IV put into my left arm each time. It was taking the nurses 2 to 3 tries now to get the IV in as the veins kept rolling and hiding. My arm felt mutilated after being poked so many times and I was left in tears hoping that next time would be easier.

Going into the last day of treatment, I felt like I was on cloud nine. It seemed like this day would never come but here I was…I finally made it through chemo. As I was finishing up the last of my treatment, one of the other patients excitedly told me that I would get to ring the bell which signifies the end of the chemotherapy journey. The nurse handed the bell to me and I turned to face the other fighters and rang it with cheers and applauds in response. I was overcome with emotion and tears of happiness filled my eyes. It seems strange to think of celebrating after being poisoned with highly toxic drugs but that’s also exactly why I was celebrating. I made it through an incredibly trying 4 months both mentally and physically. I came out a stronger and better person. 


One of the nurses presented a pin to me before I left which says, “You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.” This rang so true for me and I’m sure for many others going through this journey as well. I could’ve let myself crumble to a million pieces but I chose instead to take control and not let this disease define me. Yes, there are days when I feel great and that I’m beating this thing head on but then there are other days when it pushes my limits and I must remind myself that tomorrow is a new day. For me though, there is only one choice in the end...be strong and fight like a girl.

Wednesday 19 October 2016

Dancing with the Devil

Going into the second round of chemo, my GPO advised me that I would be getting a double dose of anti-nausea medication moving forward to help alleviate the nausea that I experienced through the first treatment. This seemed to help a lot as I was able to eat when I got home and hold a conversation with my husband unlike two weeks prior. The only drawback though was that the medication in higher doses had side effects such as constipation and insomnia, both of which I experienced. I was so tired after chemo and felt like I could sleep all day but once I hit the pillow, I just laid there wide awake for hours. Not even a sleeping pill could help as my body was so flooded with all of the different drugs in my system.

After the second round of treatment, I noticed myself starting to associate certain words and items with chemo. Two things in particular were popsicles and ice. I had to suck on either a popsicle or ice chips while receiving the “red devil” treatment to avoid getting mouth sores (thankfully I only got one mild mouth sore in my throat the entire time which went away quickly with a prescribed mouthwash). Once I went through the third round of chemo, I couldn’t even think, look, or talk about popsicles and ice without gagging. My mind was playing games with me and I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was driving me insane. I decided I needed to do something about it because I still had more treatments coming up and I didn’t know how was I going to get through them like this.

Through my work, there’s an Employee and Family Assistance program which offers short-term counselling services for free. I contacted the program and got set up with a counsellor the following week to try and work through some of the anxiety I was experiencing around chemo. The counsellor emphasized just focusing on the present moment and to associate chemo with something positive. My mind has always been one to wander and think about a million things at once so it was hard to slow it down and focus on the present. I had to train myself to stop thinking so far ahead to the next treatment (and those darn popsicles). I also started reminding myself again that the chemo was doing good for my body and killing all of the bad cancer cells. This was a little easier said than done when I felt the side effects cumulate after each treatment.
As the treatments went on, my energy level became worse and I had this constant off feeling. It was like a touch of nausea coupled with fatigue. The oncologist said that exercise could help lessen the side effects so I pushed myself to get out for walks almost everyday, even if it was just around the block. At first, this seemed to help and I felt better when I was moving around more than when I was resting. The difficult part was getting the energy to push myself out the door but I reminded myself every time of the reward of feeling better afterwards. By the time my fourth treatment was finished though, it didn’t matter whether I was resting or moving around…nothing could shake off how I was feeling. It just lingered and only time seemed to make it fade away.

One thing that seemed to thrive though during my treatments was my appetite. I could not eat enough in a day and was eating twice as much as I normally would. Yet, even though I ate so much, I never felt full and couldn’t keep the weight on. It was like a competition with the chemo to see how much I could eat and how much weight I could gain back before the next round. But I always seemed to fall a bit short. I wasn’t losing a lot of weight but enough that I knew I needed to keep eating so that I didn’t eventually become underweight and unhealthy. My GPO later explained to me that the chemo was killing off all of the rapidly diving cells in my body, including the cells in my digestive tract. As a result, my body didn’t have the ability to uptake the nutrients I was putting in my body like it normally would and instead was going straight through me.

By the time I went into my last treatment of the “red devil”, I was worn down both physically and emotionally. At the beginning of chemo, I was usually able to recover enough to start getting out and about after a week or so of treatment. The last round though left me with this slight feeling of nausea and fatigue for the entire two weeks until my next treatment. It was starting to drag me down emotionally not being able to go out and enjoy things on any given day without worrying about how I was feeling. I couldn’t go to the store alone without getting anxiety and feeling overwhelmed. It was difficult to even drive because I felt like I was in a constant haze. The days seemed long because I didn’t have the energy to do anything and I looked forward to my husband coming home or having visitors over to get my mind off things. I just kept telling myself that this would all be over soon.

After four challenging chemo treatments, I would now be switching over to a different chemo drug called Paclitaxel for the last half of my treatment which had less harsh side effects. No more nausea and no more taking pills all the time. I couldn’t wait to move on and kick the red devil to the curb.
Bye bye red devil!

Thursday 13 October 2016

No More Bad Hair Days

Losing my hair was an inevitable part of my treatment. It was a horrible feeling but I knew it was something I would eventually have to face. I wanted to buy a wig before my hair started falling out so that I didn’t feel self conscious about going out bald and having people look at me like I was “sick”. I found out I had coverage through my extended health benefits plan to purchase a wig so I went out shopping to find something that I would be comfortable wearing. There are so many wigs to choose from nowadays depending on the style, colour, length, and thickness and whether you want real or synthetic hair. The good thing about a real hair wig is that it can be styled just like normal hair would but they can also be very expensive. The synthetic wigs are cheaper and generally are not heat proof; however, they have come a long way and now offer some heat protective ones. Going in I thought I would try a different hairstyle while I had the opportunity, but once I started trying a few on, I realized I didn’t feel comfortable going too outside the box because it would be so obvious that it wasn’t my own hair. The wig I decided on was a bit thicker and lighter in colour than my own hair but about the same length.

My hair had been holding strong through the first cycle of chemo, but going into the second round I noticed I was shedding a bit more than usual. The following day after chemo #2, I went to brush my hair and a lot of it was now starting to come out in my brush. Not just 5 or 6 strands like usual, but 20-30 strands. I knew this day would come but it was hard to know when to make the decision to get rid of it. Do I wait and let more fall out or will that just be more devastating? I looked on some forums online to see what others had done but it all came down to personal choice and what I was most comfortable with. Some felt better cutting their hair short first, while others took the plunge and buzzed it off all at once. I decided I would wait until the next day to see if the hair loss was getting any worse.

I continued to shed the next day and was worried that if I left it too long, I may wake up the next day with a big bald patch on my head. I was still struggling with making a decision on when to finally shave it so I decided to take a shower and see how strong my hair was holding up afterwards. When I took one stroke of the brush through my hair, it came back full. I knew at that point it was time. The owner of the shop where I purchased my wig had offered to shave my head when the time came so I gave her a call. We arranged for me to come in later around closing time so that we could have some privacy and I brought my friend with me for support. I didn’t know how I was going to react through it all, but I was so nervous leading up to going in.

My hair was put into a bunch of little pig tails to cut off first as it was easier than trying to get the buzzer through the whole thing at once. It felt better doing it that way too as I got to see what my hair looked like short before going all the way which wasn't as shocking and gave me an idea of what it would look like growing back. Once the pigtails were gone, it was time to shave the rest off. I don’t know that I was ever “ready” to shave my head but I knew it was something that I needed to face eventually. I managed to hold it together and at the end was surprised how empowered I felt. It was freeing in a way to not have any hair. I had no idea what I was going to look like without any hair but it wasn’t as bad as I imagined. Looking back, I’m so glad that I made the personal choice to get my head shaved rather than the chemo taking that choice away. I think I would have been more devastated had I waited and let my hair fall away in pieces in front of me.

I left the store that evening with my wig on and went back home to show my husband. He couldn’t bring himself to watch me get my head shaved as this whole diagnosis had been really hard on him so far. When I did the big reveal later on and took off my wig, he was incredibly supportive and told me how beautiful I was. We had a bit of a laugh too because we now looked like twins with matching bald heads. No hair products needed in this house! The next day, I went for lunch with a friend and wore my wig for the first time out in public. It felt a bit awkward and I struggled with whether to wear one or not. Part of me wanted to just rip the wig off and say this is me...take it or leave it! But I wasn’t at that point yet where I felt comfortable enough to do so. When I went for lunch with my sister the following day though, I decided spur of the moment that I didn't need to hide behind the wig. It was a big step for me and to be honest, felt really uncomfortable at first, but once I got out I found myself gaining more confidence. I was worried that people would stare but they didn’t really bat much of an eye at it. That is until I did the full monty and shaved my head completely bald a couple weeks later….

The little hairs left on my head had been falling out and my pillowcase and everything my head touched was covered in them. The lady who shaved my head had recommended that I go to a barber shop and get a straight razor cut once the time had come. I had never imagined getting a straight razor cut before and the barber had never shaved a woman's head before so it was an experience for both of us. It was pretty cool to get my head pampered in a way with the hot towels and everything. It's a little nerve wracking having a straight razor blade run across your head but he did a fantastic job and got rid of every last little hair. My head looked so white though once he was done as it had never seen the light of day all these years. When I went to pick up my prescriptions later at the pharmacy, I started noticing all the stares. It’s one thing to shave your head, but another to have absolutely nothing there anymore and even more so as a woman. My confidence wavered and it took some time to regain it back, but once I did, I owned it. Besides, I was still me. My hair was a part of my style, my personality, but I'm still the same person no matter what. Just stronger and more confident than I've ever been.
My hair doesn't define me. My strength does. 

Genetic Testing


Roughly two weeks after the referral was sent in by my oncologist, I had an hour long telephone appointment regarding genetic testing with one of the genetic counsellors at the Hereditary Cancer Program. She asked me if I understood what genetic testing entailed and the possible outcomes if I tested positive for one of the gene mutations. My oncologist had already explained to me that if I tested positive, recommendations for risk-reducing surgery would likely be put in place which may include a bilateral mastectomy (removal of both breasts) and oopherectomy (removal of the ovaries). It was a scary thought but at the same time was relieving knowing I had options out there to possibly prevent recurrence or development of other cancers.

The genetic counsellor then went into my family history of cancer. We spoke first about my dad’s side of the family which didn't cause much concern in terms of having a hereditary risk. My great uncle had passed away from brain cancer in his 80s and my aunt had passed away from lung cancer in her 40s. My mom’s side of the family was where the red flags went up though. There was a lot of cancer, including multiples of particular types, and a few of us had also been diagnosed at a fairly young age. My great grandmother had passed away from pancreatic cancer in her 70s, my grandmother had passed away from breast cancer which metastasized to her bones later on in her 70s, my uncle had battled leukemia in his 40s and later passed away from another primary cancer in his 50s, and my cousin was currently battling pancreatic cancer which had spread to her liver in her late 30s. I was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 34.

There are certain referral criteria that must be met in order to qualify for genetic testing. These include having multiples of hereditary cancers such as breast, ovarian and colon cancers in close relatives, or being diagnosed with a hereditary cancer at a young age. Being under 35 and diagnosed with breast cancer, I was eligible to get tested for the 14 gene mutation panel, including the BRCA1, BRCA2, and TP53 gene mutations. Women with a BRCA1 or BRCA2 gene mutation have a 60% chance of developing breast cancer in their lifetime and also have a heightened risk of developing ovarian cancer. Whereas, a TP53 mutation increases a person's risk of developing multiple cancers including leukemia, breast, ovarian, pancreatic, bone, and brain cancers. This mutation is a lot rarer to find in people than the BRCA1 + 2 but it was worth testing for given the extensive history of cancer in my family. 

In order to get tested, all I needed to do was provide a quick blood sample at the hospital which would then be expedited over to the Hereditary Cancer Program in Vancouver to determine whether I carried the gene mutation. The testing could take up to 8 weeks in total. If a mutation was found, then recommendations would be put in place for risk-reducing surgery and increased surveillance and my family would need to be tested as well as they would have a 50% chance of carrying the gene mutation. If no mutation was found, that was considered a good thing as I wouldn't be at as high of a risk of recurrence or developing particular cancers; however, I may still have a gene mutation that just hasn't been discovered yet and may not be for some years. I thought given my family history that there must be a gene mutation somewhere which would provide me with an answer in a way as to why it was so prevalent on my mom's side. As much as I was anxious to get the results though, I had to get it out of my head for awhile as I had other things to focus on, primarily getting through chemo. 

Thursday 6 October 2016

First Round of Chemo Cocktails

After meeting with the oncologists in Victoria, I went to the Nanaimo Cancer Clinic to meet with the GP Oncologist who I would be checking in with on a biweekly basis while going through chemo.  A nurse brought me in first to take my weight and blood pressure as a starting marker. The GPO then came in to talk to me about the treatment I would be going through. The first 4 cycles I would be treated with was a harsh combo of chemo drugs, Doxorubicin and Cyclophosphamide, which had side effects such as hair loss, nausea, fatigue, and mouth sores. The second half of my treatment I would be given a less harsh chemo drug called Paclitaxel with side effects including possible allergic reactions, bone and muscle pain, and neuropathy (tingling of the finger and toes). The GPO also checked my breast as it had recently swollen up due to a hematoma (a buildup of fluid which my body should reabsorb). She then checked the lymph nodes and was concerned as a couple felt enlarged. My arm had been bothering me over the last few days but I had just waived it off thinking it was just part of the healing process. I was set up with an ultrasound appointment before my chemo on Friday to see if there was any cause for concern.

The following day, I went in for my heart function test to determine whether my heart muscle was strong enough to handle the chemo drug I would be taking. A radioactive dye was injected into me to help highlight the heart cells and tissues and then it was time to sit and wait about 45 minutes to let the dye work through my system. Once I was brought in for the test, I had small pads put on my chest to detect my heart beat and then the machine was lowered to about an inch from my chest to get close enough for the images. The test took about an hour and they let me know that if I didn’t hear anything from the doctor, that my heart was good to go for chemo in a couple days.

Next up was bloodwork which I would need to get done the afternoon before treatment every 2 weeks to determine whether my blood counts were high enough to handle the next course of treatment. If the counts were too low, there was the possibility of treatment being delayed which was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to get this chemo done and over with as quickly as possible. Thankfully I am not afraid of needles, but I was starting to look like a bit of a pin cushion at this point and was over being poked so many times!

The night before my first chemo appointment, I could not sleep. I was excited in a way to get things moving and to kill whatever cancerous cells were left in my body, but I also felt nervous about how my body would react to the treatment. This wasn’t going to be an easy part of the journey. A couple hours prior to chemo, I went in for the ultrasound of my breast and lymph nodes that my GPO had ordered. The ultrasound tech seemed concerned about the fluid buildup in my breast but I let her know that I was told it was a hematoma and was normal to get after surgery. She spoke with the radiologist briefly and came back to let me know that my doctor would receive the results soon. All seemed well at that point so I left to head down to my first treatment in the cancer clinic.

One of the nurses brought my husband and I into one of the side rooms to give us a quick chemo teach session which included contact information in case I needed to get in touch with one of the nurses or oncologists, information on getting through chemo in terms of eating and staying active, and information on some of the side effects I may experience. There was a piece of paper I now needed to carry along with me at all times which had a list of the chemo drugs I was on in case I ended up in the emergency department at some point. Certain drugs could counteract with chemo so there were certain medications I may not be able to take, such as Ibuprofen. My body would also be at an increased risk of infection as my immune system would be compromised throughout treatment with my blood counts being so low.


I was then shown into the chemo room which had about 10 big recliner chairs in it for patients. I picked one of the chairs at the far side and got settled in. The nurse came over to give me my first dose of anti-nausea medication and then got me started on an IV of saline for a few minutes. Once I was a bit hydrated, I was ready for my first dose of my Doxorubicin aka the “Red Devil”. This stuff is the bad stuff. The nurses have to fully suit up while administering the chemo medication as it is highly toxic. It's bright red and is given by slowly injecting it into the IV port over a course of 20 minutes. While the drug was injected into my system, I had to suck on a popsicle and ice chips to help constrict the blood vessels in my mouth to help ward off getting mouth sores. The nurse advised me not to be alarmed when I went to the bathroom later on as the drug would turn my pee bright red for a few hours.

Once I was done with the Red Devil, I was started on a drip of the other chemo drug, Cyclophosphamide, which took about an hour and then I was free to go home. Other than feeling a bit foggy, I felt otherwise pretty good and thought, “Ha! I’ve got this!” That is until I got home. By the time we reached our house, I had to drag myself to the couch and lay down. I felt nauseous. I was tired. I couldn’t talk or move. I just felt all around awful. My husband tried to get me to eat but I couldn’t do anything. All I wanted to do was to sleep this bad stuff off and wake up feeling better.

The following day, I woke up feeling not a lot better but managed to get a small amount of food in me. I had to take a combination of three anti-nausea medications in the morning with food and then another pill at night to ward off the nausea for the first three days after treatment. I already hate taking pills, and the last thing I wanted to do when I was feeling sick was to try and take a bunch of pills. I would also be starting my Neupogen injections the following day for seven days in total to help get my white blood cell count back up. My husband would be learning how to do the injections so that he could give them to me at home since I would be getting them after every treatment cycle.

A couple of days after chemo, I got up early to for the MRI of my liver and abdomen. I was dreading being stuck in a machine for up to an hour as I had felt so awful the last two days. When we got to the hospital, I had an IV put in so that they could inject a dye into me for the MRI. The MRI took about 45 minutes and I had to lay there very still while they took images of my abdomen, all the while the machine buzzing and moving around me. Once finished, the technician told me the results could take a few days. I wanted so badly to know right then what the scan showed and if everything was okay.

Two days later, I had a bit of a set back. My lumpectomy site opened up and started oozing out. I dropped everything I was doing and went to the urgent care centre immediately. The doctor on-call looked at it and let me know that it was infected and he would be putting me on a course of antibiotics. I was so bummed. I thought the site was almost healed, but now instead I had a big whole where the lump had been taken out. I would need to get set up with Home and Community Care to clean, pack and dress the wound until it was healed. The site needed to heal from the inside out so that the skin didn’t grow over the top with an empty pocket inside as bacteria could continue to grow inside and become infected again.

My family doctor needed to set up a referral to home and community care so while I was there, I asked if anything had come back from the ultrasound a few days before. She left the room to check and when she returned I knew the news wasn’t good. The breast was clear; however, two lymph nodes were identified as being enlarged, suspicious, and possibly cancerous. Although I knew there was the possibility of more lymph nodes being affected, it still hit me hard and was disheartening and felt like another step back. I had hoped that everything cancerous was removed, but it just confirmed to me that I still had a fight ahead of me.

Feeling a bit defeated and having a bit of a pity party the next day, I got a call from the oncologist at the Cancer Agency with some good news, the MRI came back all clear. The hugest weight felt like it was lifted off my shoulders and I cried tears of joy. One scan was checked off, now one more to go! I just hoped for the same good news with the bone scan. A few days later, I showed up to the hospital to have another radioactive dye injected into me and then returned four hours later once it had circulated through my system. The bone scan itself took about an hour with images taken of each section of my body from head to toe. The hardest part was waiting for the results. Test anxiety rears its head and gets the best of you at these times. It’s all I could think about and I hoped that everything would be okay but kept reminding myself too that I didn’t have control of what came back, whether it was positive or negative. When I seen the GPO the following week, I asked for the results and she let me know that it all came back clear as well. The last bit of weight was lifted off my shoulders and I finally felt like I could tackle this thing head on.

One down, 7 more to go!

Monday 19 September 2016

The Plan

My first appointment at the Cancer Agency was with the medical oncologist who would be governing my chemotherapy treatment plan. He started off by discussing what we knew and what had happened until this point: how I first got diagnosed, surgery, results, etc. The lump removed was 4cm when initially thought it was only 2.5cm and the type of breast cancer I had showed characteristics of both ductal (cancer beginning in the milk-carrying ducts) and lobular (cancer beginning in the milk-producing lobules) carcinomas; however, it seemed to show more lobular than anything. Ductal carcinoma is the most common type of breast cancer found in about 80% of cases, whereas lobular is the second most common type found in about 10% of cases. The cancer was also estrogen and progesterone positive, but HER2 negative which was a good thing as it was more common and treatable. The concern however was that 3 out of 4 lymph nodes removed tested positive for cancer. He told me there was the possibility of having more surgery to remove additional nodes which the radiation oncologist would discuss with me further.

The oncologist then went over the plan in terms of chemo. Since I was young and healthy, they wanted to put me on the “best of the best” treatment which was also the worst of the worst on the body. I would be on chemo for a course of 16 weeks with each treatment cycle occurring once every 2 weeks (8 treatment cycles in total). It is called Dose Dense because whereas normally they would give the treatment once every 3 weeks, it would be given once every 2 weeks so that the cancer cells don’t have an opportunity to divide. By giving it so frequently, though, the body’s white blood cell count is depleted and cannot replenish itself before the next treatment. In order for my white blood cell count to come back up again, I would require 7 days of subcutaneous Neupogen injections after each treatment cycle. The Neupogen helps stimulate the bone marrow to produce more white blood cells. This stuff isn’t cheap either at $1400 for 7 days’ worth of injections. Thankfully, it would be covered under my extended health benefits; however, there is also a relief program that assists those who don’t have coverage so that they don’t have to pay for this out of pocket.

Chemo would be starting quickly. I was advised that if I couldn’t get into the cancer clinic in Nanaimo right away, we may be looking at doing 1 or 2 cycles in Victoria to get things going as quickly as possible. I was grateful that I could do the treatments in Nanaimo as it would mean less of a commute for me. In the meantime, the oncologist was going to order some further tests including an MRI of my liver and a bone scan to see if the cancer had spread further. The thought of what the results may show made me nervous. I could handle battling breast cancer, but what would I do and how would I react if it had spread? I would also need to get a heart function test done to see how healthy my heart was as one of the chemo drugs could have temporary or permanent damaging effects on the heart. If my heart wasn’t strong enough, I wouldn’t be able to take this particular type of chemo drug.

I was also being referred to a genetic counsellor to determine whether I carried the BRCA1 or BRCA2 gene mutations, two mutations that, if carried, increases a person’s risk of developing breast cancer. In my case since I already had breast cancer, they wanted to see if I carried the gene mutation as I would be at a high risk of breast cancer recurrence and recommendations would likely be put in place for a bilateral mastectomy (removal of both breasts) in order to lower or eliminate that risk. There was also a possibility of having to undergo an oophorectomy (removal of the ovaries) as I would be at an increased risk of ovarian cancer as well. It was a lot to take in, but at this point I was ready to do what I needed to do to get rid of this thing.

I got the call from a clerk at Nanaimo hospital the following day after my appointment with the oncologist with a list of appointments for the following week: check-in appointment with the GP Oncologist on Tuesday at the Cancer Clinic in Nanaimo, heart function test on Wednesday, bloodwork Thursday, chemo on Friday, MRI of the abdomen and liver on Sunday, and then a bone scan in a couple of weeks. I never had so many tests done in my life!  I was grateful though that I could do everything so close to home rather than have to travel the extra distance to Victoria.

Three days later, I went to see the radiation oncologist to discuss the remainder of my treatment plan. She discussed the importance of having more surgery to remove additional lymph nodes as there were concern there could be residual cancer cells in some of the lymph nodes. She explained that studies found that if 2 out of 4 lymph node tested positive for cancer, there was no benefit to additional surgery. However, when 3 out of 4 tested positive for cancer, it was highly recommended to remove additional nodes as a precautionary measure. I already had 4 sentinel nodes removed from below my armpit and this surgery would be to remove the axillary nodes which are located to the right of the breast. The surgery would take place 4-6 weeks after chemo to allow for the chemo drugs to be completely out of my system and for my blood counts to revert back to normal.

I would then be moving onto radiation therapy everyday (Monday to Friday) for four weeks in Victoria at the Cancer Agency. Radiation therapy would entail using high energy external radiation of the lymph nodes and breast to kill any remaining cancer cells. The radiation can cause damage to normal cells including the skin which can suffer sunburn like damage from the rays. It can also cause lung problems, particularly blood clots, so it was important to watch for any redness, swelling or discomfort in my legs while undergoing radiation therapy. Since it would be awhile until the radiation started, my oncologist encouraged me to just focus on one thing at a time and not think too far ahead into the future.

Now onto the next step in my journey, chemo!

Monday 5 September 2016

A Trip to the Fertility Specialist

I got a call from the BC Cancer Agency the day after hearing the results from the sentinel node biopsy and surgery. They had an appointment for me three weeks later. My initial thought was 3 weeks! Why so long?! I was expecting to get in within a week or so based on my conversation with the surgeon. I tried contacting my surgeon to no avail and then called the cancer agency back to explain that the cancer had spread to the lymph nodes, surely they must want to get me in sooner? The receptionist assured me that my file was reviewed by the oncologist and that was the soonest he would see me. I was devastated and that’s when I really broke down since I was first diagnosed. I felt helpless, like I wasn’t in control anymore of my fate. I was angry that they didn’t want to get me in sooner when they knew the cancer was in my lymph nodes and had to be stopped before it went any further. And I was even more upset and worried that my cancer was spreading while I was sitting here playing the waiting game. It took me a few days to get past the flurry of emotions and then I finally decided that I needed to switch things around and get my mind focused on something else before I started driving myself crazy.

Can I have children after cancer treatments?

There were a couple things I wanted to get in order before I started chemo including getting referred to a fertility specialist. In speaking with the surgeon and others who had been through a breast cancer diagnosis, I knew that my body would likely be put into temporary menopause during chemo and could have long term effects on my ability to get pregnant. Although my husband and I didn’t have plans in the near future to have kids, we wanted to keep the door open and know what our options were should we decide to have kids later on.

My family doctor put in an expedited referral and I was contacted by the Victoria Fertility Clinic within a week to discuss my options with a specialist. As my appointment with the oncologist was quickly approaching, there was some urgency in seeing the specialist in case I decided to look at fertility options pre-chemo. I was required to fill out a lengthy questionnaire asking about my family history, any fertility issues, medical issues, etc. prior to my appointment. When I arrived at the clinic the following week, the specialist reviewed all of this information including how my current diagnosis came to be and how it would impact my ability to get pregnant. Chemo kills fast-dividing cancer cells and can be harmful to the ovaries which also contain rapidly dividing cells that produce eggs. Some people’s ovaries will recover after chemo and others will not. Age can factor into this as well as what types and dosages of medications you have.


We then reviewed both of my options, neither of which would be covered under my extended health benefits. The first option was in vitro fertilization (IVF) which involves egg retrieval, sperm retrieval, fertilization, and then freezing the embryo. However, it would also mean taking hormone pills to stimulate estrogen production which is exactly what my body didn’t want right now. My breast cancer was fueled by estrogen. This procedure is also very expensive (in the thousands) even at a reduced rate for cancer patients and is not guaranteed to work. The second option was to start taking an experimental drug immediately which may help preserve my ovaries throughout chemo with the hopes that they would function normally after treatment. The drug was experimental though which meant they didn’t know whether it was effective, if it would counteract with my chemo drugs, and would also set me back $400 per month during chemo.

Seeing my hesitancy with both the options discussed, the specialist decide to conduct an ultrasound to see how well my ovaries were functioning in order to get a better idea as to whether they may “wake up” and function again after treatment.  Once finished, I returned to his office and he let me know that my ovaries were functioning normal to above normal and felt that I had up to a 75% chance of my ovaries waking up again after chemo. That was great news; however, he also advised that after all of my cancer treatments were finished, I would be placed on a hormone therapy drug called Tamoxifen which shuts down the ovaries’ production of estrogen, taking away my ability to get pregnant for at least five years. So, even if I froze my embryos or took the experimental drug, I wouldn’t have the ability to get pregnant until I was 40.

It was disappointing to think that the opportunity to have children was being ripped away from my husband and I. It was no longer a personal choice anymore. We wouldn’t have the opportunity to have a child in a couple years or possibly ever, depending on whether my ovaries started working again after all of the treatments. The doctor asked me what option I was leaning towards. It was too much of a risk to take either option and both had no guarantee. My health was my top priority as this point and I would rather wait and see what happens then have either option potentially affect my treatment or growth of the cancer. The doctor agreed and told me that my number one goal and focus was to beat this thing.

Thursday 18 August 2016

Let's Get Rid of This Beast!


A week and a half after getting my results that I have breast cancer, I was on my way to see a surgeon to determine the next course of action.  One of the things I have learned is that it is so important to bring another set of ears to your appointments as there’s a lot of information thrown at you and it can be hard to remember everything.  I brought my mom and husband with me to my appointment for support and to help ask/answer some of the questions thrown at my already overwhelmed brain.

When I first found out I had breast cancer, the thought of having a mastectomy (removal of the entire breast) came to mind as I thought that was the only way to truly get rid of the cancer and never see it back.  The surgeon, however, recommended a lumpectomy (removing only the lump) as studies have shown that mastectomy versus lumpectomy surgery have the same long term survival rates.  Most surgeons these days opt for breast conserving surgery as there is less overall impact on the appearance of the breast and also has a faster healing time with less post-surgery side effects.  They would also be conducting a sentinel node biopsy where they remove the first 3 or 4 lymph nodes near the armpit as that is the first biological barrier the cancer would reach before spreading further throughout the body. 

The surgeon also discussed my personal health history, how I found the lump, and my family history of cancer which can all factor into my risk of cancer recurrence.  Just due to my age (being under 35) and the size of the lump (over 2 cm) alone placed me at high risk of cancer recurrence and I would most likely require a course of both chemotherapy and radiation therapy following the lumpectomy surgery (the treatment plan would ultimately be decided by the oncologist(s) at the Cancer Agency).  Being young and healthy was a good thing in that I could handle a more aggressive treatment; however, it was also a bad thing in that cancer can thrive in patients who are young and premenopausal.  Although I knew in my mind that there was the possibility of having to go through chemo, it still hit me really hard.  I could feel the tears well up in my eyes.  The thought of being sick, losing my hair, among the other awful side effects I had heard people talk about ran through my mind.  How was it going to be for me?

Following my appointment, I was set up with a surgery date exactly one week away from my initial consult.  Things were moving fast which was exactly what I wanted so I could get rid of this beast doing damage in my body.  It also meant getting all of my things in order asap: I would be leaving work indefinitely, cancelling that trip to Vegas I was looking forward to, and getting last minute stuff done around the house as I would be out of commission for awhile.  It was a stressful time to say the least, but the outpour of help and support from my family, friends and coworkers made life easier.

I showed up to the hospital the morning of my surgery at the surgical daycare centre with my husband and parents for support.  The day started with my vitals being taken and answering a bunch of questions about my current health.  I was then taken down to medical imaging to have a dye injected into either side of my nipple on my right breast which highlighted the lymph nodes on the following nuclear scan.  This gave the surgeon a road map of the nodes to be removed.

Once finished the scan, I was taken back up to the surgical daycare centre to wait.  I was nervous.  This was the first surgery I had ever gone through where I would be put under anaesthetic and I had no idea what to expect coming out of surgery.  I was looking forward to getting this beast out of me though and moving ahead with my journey so that I could put this all behind me.  It was only a few more minutes until the porter came to grab me and I was on my way. 

I was introduced to the team that would be working on me which included the surgeon, an anaesthesiologist, and three nurses.  About one minute after arriving in the surgery room, I was given the anaesthetic and was out within seconds.  The next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery room and looking at the clock.  11:45am.  It had been an hour and a half since my surgery.  I was all bandaged up, but I was okay (a bit groggy) and the lump was gone.  

Once the anaesthetic wore off, I asked the nurse if I could speak to the surgeon to see how things went.  He came in a couple of minutes later and let me know that the surgery went well; however, the lump they removed was larger than expected and three of the four lymph nodes removed were suspicious looking.  I asked what that meant, but was told we wouldn't know for sure until the biopsy results came back a couple weeks later.  I was hoping for a sense of relief when the lump was removed…that it was gone and I was cancer free.  But hearing about the lymph nodes though made me worried and I was anxious to get the results back as soon as possible.

When I went home and looked at the bandages on my breast, I was sure half of it was gone.  It looked like so little compared to my other.  Although the ultimate end goal is to beat this thing, it was tough to think of losing a part of my femininity…something that’s been a part of me my whole life.  As the bandages started to wear away four days after surgery, I decided it was time to remove the bandages and come to face my fears.  My husband helped me through and after stopping about 20 times, I managed to peel it all away and felt a huge sense of relief.  It wasn't as bad as I thought, a little lopsided and a bit smaller, but hey, I still have a boob!  The incision from the lumpectomy was about 3 inches long running horizontally just above my nipple and the one from the removal of the lymph nodes was about 2 inches long located just below my armpit.

Going out in public with the bandages was difficult after surgery.  It was 30 degrees outside and all I wanted to do was get out of the house.  I went down to the beach for a few minutes but couldn’t help but see the stares from people wondering why I had this huge bandage across my breast.  Sleeping at night was another feat as I always sleep on my right side so it was hard to get used to sleeping on the opposite side.  I used a pillow to bear hug at night too as it helped elevate my arm where the lymph nodes were removed.  Out of both incisions, the one under my armpit hurt the most and required frequent stretching so that the muscles and tendons didn’t seize up causing a temporary or permanent lack of range of motion.

Two weeks after surgery, I got a call from the surgeon with results from the surgery and sentinel node biopsy.  The tumor was successfully removed from my breast; however, 3 out of the 4 sentinel lymph nodes removed tested positive for cancer.  This was not the news I was hoping to hear.  I was devastated and scared of the unknown.  Did this mean the cancer had spread?  I couldn’t believe it was already in my lymph nodes when I didn’t even know I had this lump until one month before.  The surgeon advised that since the cancer had spread to the lymph nodes, I would most definitely be looking at a course of chemotherapy with the possibility of additional surgery in the future to remove more lymph nodes.

Since we now had the results from the surgery, I was told that the Cancer Agency would be in contact with me right away to set up an appointment with an oncologist to determine the next steps in my treatment plan.  We needed to get things moving fast.

Wednesday 17 August 2016

Sharing the News

After being told that I most likely had cancer, I called my husband and let him know the news.  He was expecting the same thing as me…just going for a routine appointment and will hear back in a few days.  I wish in hindsight that I had brought him with me for support but I never thought in a million years I would be hearing anything that day, especially that I might have cancer.  My husband was devastated and wanted to be by my side.  We were both in disbelief that this was happening.  I still had to return to the office to grab my things and wanted desperately to keep my composure until I got home.   

Back at the office, I pulled my boss aside to let her know the news I just heard.  She had been through a diagnosis of cancer with her daughter in the past and was familiar with what was going to be a long, difficult journey ahead.  I explained to her that part of me didn’t know whether to tell others yet, especially my family, because I didn’t want to upset anyone unnecessarily when I didn’t even know for sure if it was in fact cancer.  She said that I needed all the support I could get as they would be the ones to help me get through the tough times.  I needed to look after me, put myself first, and stop worrying about others.  And she was right.


I had plans after work that same day to go out with my friends for wings and music trivia as a late birthday celebration and decided to still go out as I needed to keep my mind somewhat sane instead of wallowing in the shock of the news I just heard.  My best friend was out with me that night and was talking about our upcoming trip to Vegas and how much fun it would be.  I felt guilty knowing that I held this secret and that I may not be able to go anymore.  At the end of our night when I dropped her off at home, I found the courage to tell her what had just happened.  I didn’t want to wait any longer and I needed to reach out to someone.  It was hard though telling someone so close to me about something so unknown, so unfathomable.  It was hard to say everything was going to be okay when I didn’t even know myself.

The next morning, I called my mom and let her know that I needed to come by to talk to her about something. I was shaking on the drive to my parents’ house and playing out in my mind what I was going to say to them. When I got there, I had my parents and my sister sit down at the table with me and I was practically hyperventilating and shaking even harder trying to fumble through the first few words. I found a lump…I had some tests done…It’s highly likely it’s cancerous…I will need surgery. I think one of my biggest fears was that my family would break down and it would tear my own walls down with it.  I was trying to keep my composure, to stay strong.  And they stood strong with me.  They hugged me and told me everything was going to be okay and I felt a huge sense of relief after telling them.  And when I told my brothers a few days later, I felt the same relief and their protection over me.  They helped assure me that everything was going to be okay and that I was going to beat this thing.  And I believed them. 

When I returned to work the following Monday, I contacted two of my colleagues who had both been through breast cancer in the past and beat it.  I wanted to talk to them as they would know more than anyone what I was going through and what I was up against.  How long did I have to wait until I seen a surgeon, the oncologist?  What treatment would I be getting?  The waiting and the unknown was the worst!  I just wanted answers! 

I’ve always been a bit of a private person but going through this experience made me vulnerable and I needed all the support I could get.  I began sharing the news with the rest of my friends and coworkers over the next couple weeks and it felt like the burden of it all was lifted off me more and more.  The outpouring of love and support I received from everyone made me stronger and realize I could do this.  In the following weeks, I came home to a little gift bag on my doorstep with a moonstone necklace (a stone representing inner growth and strength) and a poster that read “Today is going to be a good day”.  There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t look at that as a simple reminder to myself.   My coworkers also overwhelmed me with a basket full of books, bath products, gift certificates, and puzzles to help get me through the long road of treatment and recovery ahead.  I was beyond grateful to have such amazing friends, family and coworkers in my life. 

Thursday 23 June 2016

My Story

Over a month ago, I was busy celebrating my 34th birthday, working like crazy, and looking forward to a girls getaway in Vegas with my best friend.  Until life decided that it had another plan for me...a journey through Stage 2 Breast Cancer.

Let's back this bus up a little further to the end of April where my story first began...I was lying in bed one night and thought out of sheer randomness that I should do a self breast exam (never thinking in a million years I would find anything - I was only 33 years old!).  The moment I felt a lump in my right breast though, my heart sank and my mind went nuts.  I went straight to the Internet to research what it might be - the thought of breast cancer came firstly to mind - but I didn't have any of the typical symptoms other than this odd lump.  I needed to make an appointment with my doctor ASAP to be sure!

My doctor conducted a breast exam the following week and asked about my family history of breast cancer and my current lifestyle.  Nothing seemed to put me at high risk for breast cancer especially at my age - my grandmother had breast cancer in her early 60's, what some may consider the "typical" age of onset, and I was living a fairly healthy lifestyle, exercising regularly and eating a well-balanced diet.  The doctor advised me that 80% of lumps found are either benign fibrous tissues or cysts; however, I was ordered an ultrasound to be on the safe side.

The day after my 34th birthday, I arrived at the hospital for my ultrasound appointment expecting to be on my way back to work within a few minutes.  After the tech was finished doing the ultrasound, she said she wanted to speak with the Radiologist and have him review my images.  I knew something was up when the tech returned and let me know that they wanted to follow up with a mammogram.

Never having a mammogram before, I wasn't sure what I was in for, but let me tell you, it was not comfortable!  Your boobs are basically mushed flat in all different angles to get a 3D view of the tissue.  Thankfully the staff at the hospital were so nice and professional and made the experience a lot less awkward then anticipated.  I was then asked to take a seat in the waiting area not knowing what was going on, but becoming very nervous that things weren't looking good.

After a couple minutes, I was taken into another imaging room where I was advised that they would be doing a biopsy to check the tissue from the lump.  The doctor came in to freeze my breast and then conducted an ultrasound-guided breast biopsy where he removed 3 samples from the lump.  Once finished, he turned to me and was frank about what they saw from the images - the lump was not a cyst, was not a fibrous tissue, and it was highly likely that it was cancerous.  Although my nerves were telling me things weren't right, I was not expecting to hear the dreaded C word - CANCER.

Leaving my appointment and in the days following, I went through so many emotions: shock, anger, guilt, sadness.  How could this be?  Did I bring this on myself?  Could I have done something differently in my life to avoid this?  What am I going to do???  By the time my biopsy results came back 4 days later to confirm it was in fact breast cancer, I had come to accept that this was my journey and it was time to stay strong and start fighting this beast.