A Fond Farewell

The time is quickly drawing near for the first of my breast surgeries. I will be having a double mastectomy on Thursday Nov. 19th.  

Naturally this has been a hard decision.  Not that I need my breasts or that they define who I am.  But they are a part of my body that for most say 

"Woman"

When I knew I was going to lose my hair to chemo, a wise friend told me that my hair did NOT define who I was.  I took that thought to heart.  I still do.  Although this time it's my breasts.

Be it my wedding day

or feeding my babies

My breasts have been a large part of my life.

But none of that defines me.

So it is with sadness I say goodbye to a part of me that has taken me from 

"crayons to perfume"

It makes me cry.

Not going to lie. 

Hereditary Breast and Ovarian Cancer Week- it's more than just awareness

September is ovarian cancer awareness month.  October is breast cancer awareness.  Straddling both months is Hereditary Breast and Ovarian Cancer Awareness week.

September 27th to October 3rd.

Throughout the last 2 years I have felt guided on this wild journey.  A journey that started with a crazy move from Connecticut to Texas continued with finding out I was BRCA 1+ and then discovering stage 1 fallopian tube cancer.

While I'm very sure there is a higher power at work here.  It has also made me incredibly aware of the power of my family and those that went before.

I acutely felt the loss of my grandmother and aunts taken way before their time.  The birthdays, holidays, graduations, weddings...the lives they missed.

I feel so blessed to have the knowledge they did not.  

So while we paint everything in teal and then in pink.

I often think of the fallen.  I thank them for the knowledge that saved my life.  I wished they'd lived longer.  I wish I had known them.  

Happy Cancerversary

To me...

A year ago tomorrow I discovered they found high grade aggressive cancer in my fallopian tubes after my "preventative" surgery.  It was the most surreal moment in my life.  To hear the disease I feared the most, had been found was ...terrifying.  I distinctly remember my "nurse" brain trying to hear and process the specifics as my doctor reviewed the surgical pathology report.  While the rest of my brain was screaming "OMG YOU HAVE OVARIAN CANCER! "

I've spent today reflecting on the last year.  My diagnosis, treatment and how much my life has changed since that day.  On the outside I look pretty much the same now.  Oh, my hair is a little shorter and greying.  But inside I am a completely different person. I have added a label to who I am.

I am:
A mother
A daughter
A wife
A sister
A nurse

and

A cancer survivor.

Nothing will ever change any of those things.  They each are a huge part of who I am.

Although I wish I had never seen this side of cancer.  It has brought forth a side of me and my family I am amazed by.  Cancer has stripped us down to the very core.  To appreciate life, family and friends.  To kick negativity to curb.  To realize that perhaps this is where I am meant to be.  


Some people have asked if I am going to continue to blog now that I have gotten through chemo and life has (mostly) returned to normal.

The short answer is yes.

There is so much more to write.

For example there is so much education to be done about genetic cancer from the viewpoint of those affected.  We are the first generation with genetic validation of our fears.  While preventative surgery and surveillance can be lifesaving.  They also open up a whole new set of issues and anxiety.

A few days ago on my commute home from work I was thinking about how I wished I had had my ovaries and tubes removed when I had my hysterectomy 10 years ago.  But we simply didn't have the knowledge then, we have now.  Honestly there are many places that still lack good medical care and genetic counseling for individuals with cancer family histories.

As I drove a little further I realized I have the opportunity RIGHT NOW to beat cancer again by having a double mastectomy and reconstruction before they find breast cancer.  So I have a appointment to meet with a plastic surgeon to start the process.

So yes.  My blog will continue.  My journey goes on....scary and yet I am so very thrilled to be here and to have the option to continue.