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Fancy pencils are on sale at my kids’ school this week, and while we were not prepared to buy any this morning (no money on hand), I did score one, thanks to my teacher friend who spotted this spiffy thing, scooped it up, and shared it with me bright and early. She’s the same girl who personalized her license plate with my initials, and shows up at Making Strides events to support her survivor pals. She also happened to be Joey’s third grade teacher, and if we’re lucky, Danny will be in her class next year. She’s definitely on my list of faves — and so is my pretty-in-pink pencil. Love it.
Mostly, I feel more hope than despair regarding breast cancer. And then there are days like today, when someone else dies from the disease, and an aching heart hurts me all over.
Daria was diagnosed in 2000 at the age of 39 — why do people insist that breast cancer is not a young woman’s disease? — and she was treated with radiation, chemotherapy, and hormone therapy. Then her cancer recurred in her chest area, and then another lump was found in her breast, and then it showed up in her lungs, liver, and bones. As a result, Daria was living on chemotherapy, and had been since August 2008. Remarkable, she was, digging up the latest news and views on breast cancer and sharing all of it for her Facebook friends, blogging her daily triumphs and troubles, inspiring women all over the world.
And then on January 20, Daria’s husband told her loyal readers that she was no longer able to write. On January 21, he shared that she was resting comfortably but was losing touch. Today, he wrote, “I was by her side and was able to kiss her goodbye several times during the night and then watched her slip away quietly in her sleep.”
Daria is no longer in pain. And that’s a good thing, and it sounds like she can cross off #29 on her bucket list.
But she’s also no longer with us.
And that makes me sad.
Joey went through this stage — he’d give me two horrible choices, and I had to pick one. Like, “Would you rather be torn up by a tiger or run over by a car?” Tough stuff, and now, Danny is challenging me, too. Yesterday, he asked me if I’d rather fall from the Empire State Building or get cancer. I picked cancer.
I figure my chances of surviving the disease are better than what might happen if I tumbled from the 102-story New York landmark. It’s 1,250 feet tall, and, well, I’m just not signing up for that. Of course, I don’t want cancer either (once was plenty for me), but when a 7-year-old puts on the pressure, a girl’s gotta choose.
His follow-up question was a choice between cancer or a good life with people I love. Just as I was answering a definite good life, he added, “The people are shooting guns!”
I’m Erica, and my breast cancer looks like a 30-year-old wife and mother who could not have been more rocked than when I was diagnosed. It looks like a momma who now appreciates every single day with my kids and husband more than ever before. It looks like the desire to run marathons, and see that desire fulfilled with pride. My breast cancer looks like a restoring of my faith. And it looks like a strength I never knew I had.
Erica is a blogger, too — check out her entire breast cancer story, and her thoughts on faith, family, and fitness. Then, show us what your breast cancer looks like. Please e-mail your shots to email@example.com. No blurry ones, and please include a little blurb, too.
Breast cancer looks like a lot of things, and a while back, I asked readers to submit photos that captured the essence of the disease. I got pics of hair loss, bald heads, scars, a wedding, purple flowers, sailboats, and I published them in a series called What Breast Cancer Looks Like.
I think the little project turned out pretty well, and, at least for me, it was way inspiring. That’s why I want more — more images that tell stories of hope, strength, struggle, sickness, recovery, health, and more. You know why? Because I think most of us newly-diagnosed girls want to see right away what other survivors and their journeys look like. It’s how we prepare for our own travels with breast cancer.
And so, I invite you to sort through what you’ve got on your phones, computers, iPads, etc., and send me something that tells your story — or the story of someone close to you. Maybe it’s new curls sprouting from your head, your friend sitting in an infusion chair, a crowd of warriors in pink. You make the call, then shoot something great over to me! I promise to publish asap.
Please e-mail your shots to firstname.lastname@example.org. No blurry ones, and please include a little blurb, too.
It’s not that I don’t want to write here more often, because I do. It’s just that I don’t have much to say anymore. Which is a really good thing, if you think about it. Six years after my breast cancer diagnosis, and I am running short on personal commentary. Definitely better than the alternative.
Now, I’m not saying goodbye, and I promise to come back and document my feelings about breast cancer, spread hope and inspiration, and give away goodies from time to time, too. But there might be a good bit of silence around here, and that’s why I’m branching out by launching a new blog (today!).
Square One is a non-disease related space (ahhhh!).
Here’s the scoop:
Fresh starts inspire me. And Square One is about me finding hope in new beginnings and sharing all my discoveries with you.
Here’s how it all started: 1/11/11.
Hey, did you know I also have a boy blog? Yep, Braving Boys is all about my two kids and the stories that define them.
There’s this thing I do when I hear about someone newly diagnosed with breast cancer, someone who has experienced a recurrence, someone who has died from the disease.
It can be a dangerous proposition, because I’ve yet to find someone with my exact same diagnosis, prognosis, treatment plan, side effects, and on, and on, and on — and until I do, it’s just plain silly to think I will ever follow in another woman’s footsteps.
Still, I wondered when Carmen’s cancer came back, What if it were me? And I worried when Amy found out her cancer had spread to her lungs and brain, What if it were me? And when she died — What if it were me? The same thing happened when I heard about Christy — nearly 11 years after diagnosis, she died. It’s been just 6 years for me.
Here’s the thing: I never listen to someone’s breast cancer story without somehow connecting it to me. Maybe I do this with everything. My sister’s friend is in the hospital right now, trying to recover from a massive stroke. What if it were me? What if it were me with a sick child, a lost job, a broken marriage? What if it were me at that grocery store in Tucson yesterday when Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords was shot and so many others were killed and wounded?
Breast cancer is the scariest of all considerations, because I’ve had it once, but I am totally, completely, and fully aware that it could be me with a recurrence, or a death sentence. But it could me in a car accident, too, or a natural disaster, or gosh, who knows what else. Horrible things happen all the time, and really, I don’t have that much control over what happens to me from day to day. Yes, I can eat right, exercise well, drive safely, and all that jazz, but mostly, life is just sort of a gamble, you know?
I’m not all that concerned about continuing to think, What if it were me? Not for reasons of panic or anything, just because I think that question just might keep me grounded. Realizing I’m not immune to the bad stuff makes me really appreciate the good — my healthy kids, my loving husband, my paying job, and my healthy body.
What if it were me?
Well, then, I’d just find a way to cope.
A friend of a friend lost her 41-year-old cousin to breast cancer on Sunday. She shared with me the following letter her cousin wrote three years ago, near the anniversary of her diagnosis.
Wow … can you believe that it has been eight years since we first met? Some days it seems as if it was only yesterday. I have so many mixed feelings about our relationship, it is truly a love/ hate situation. I hate the fact that we ever had to meet but in some strange way I love that we can live together and I am grateful for some of the things that you have taught me over the years.
I need to touch on the reasons for my hatred towards you, you have taken so many things from me. Whether you know it or not you have taken away a part of my daughter’s childhood — she has been forced to deal with situations that only grown ups should have to deal with. You have made it really difficult for me to have certain dreams and goals for fear that I may never realize them. You have stolen my ability to have more children and build a larger family. You have physically beaten me down time and time again not to mention the emotional toll that you take on me on a daily basis. From day one you have been on my mind every day and as much as I want to forget the fact that I know you it is impossible.
There are days when I wake up and my hatred for you is almost overwhelming, it may be that I am sick of going to all of these appointments, or that I am tired of being in pain or it might be as simple as me missing being able to be a free spirit and not having our “friendship” always hanging over my head. I wish I could for one moment forget that we ever met … but the reality is that we did .. for reasons that I will never understand and truthfully never fully accept.
For eight long years I have done my best to get rid of you and just wonder why you are so damn persistent. I mean I know that I am a fun person to hang around with but sometimes you just have to take a hint! Don’t get me wrong I am very thankful for the lessons you have taught me. You have shown me how to love unconditionally, how to forgive completely, how to always have hope and embrace the little things in life. You have opened my eyes to so many beautiful things in this world that one can only appreciate after having known you. You have given me the drive to help others who are in similar situations, to give of myself and make a difference in the lives of others and I will never forget that.
It looks like we are in this together for the long haul whether I like it or not and I am accepting of this, but you had better be prepared because well the truth is I can be a bitch at times and I am used to getting my way. I don’t give up easy and am always up for a good fight. Did I mention that I have great friends and family behind me every step of the way? Well, I do and we are a package deal so just be prepared … we can get crazy at times!
For the past eight years I have wondered off and on why you chose me? I no longer want to know why, the fact is that for whatever reason you did and it is up to me how I deal with it. Every day will be a challenge and I am prepared for this.
As much as I don’t like you, you have ultimately made me a stronger person and being strong is what will carry me through. Here’s to at least another eight years!
He was not quite 4 years old when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, and today, he is 10. What a monster milestone. My first baby reaches double digits, and I am alive to see it.
Spend $10, and $1 goes to your choice.
It’s something, that $1, but the best part of this deal (for me, anyway) is that these mittens are chunky knit, made with thick high bulk acrylic yarn, fully lined with fleece for comfort, warmth, and moisture wicking.
You know what that means?
And since my whole body is so very cold these days, these are looking mighty tempting!
Santa, are you listening?
I Mmmmmade it!
Wait, I didn’t make the cookie — that credit goes to my neighbors who host a festive cookie decorating extravaganza every year. I did decorate it, though.
OK, so I know I’m no whiz with frosting, but it was fun. And I think that’s what counts, right?
Angela wanted to win some Dermagenics Collagen Recovery cream for her mom, who is trekking through cancer treatment for a second time.
Her prize arrived just yesterday, and here’s hoping this Feel-Good Find works wonders for her momma!
Diane also won some Dermagenics!
“I am going through chemo right now and it makes my skin so dry,” she shared. “Hopefully the cream will help when I go through radiation as well.”
Fingers crossed for you, Diane!
Daisey is a three-year survivor who gets the breast cancer inspiration stones. She has big plans for treasuring them forever! (I have a set, and they are so cool!)
Also wishing Deb a bunch of fun with her new Manduka water bottle and yoga towel. “Love the colors,” she says. And the water bottle? Her new companion for hikes and pilates sessions!
Congrats, you lucky girls!
A friend just posted on Facebook that 6 years ago, she had surgery to remove her breast cancer tumor. That’s when it dawned on me that December 3 is the day mine was removed, too.
Also 6 years ago.
Today’s gift: forgetting.
Because, for me, that means cancer is not, in fact, all consuming.
This is what I’m going to start saying to myself. It’s appropriate for just about every scenario in my life.
My friend’s dad died yesterday. Cancer. I’m not sure of the exact type, but it started in one place, landed in another, and was called melanoma in the late stages. Regardless, the whole story makes me cry.
We were standing in a place called Sun Country — where kids take gymnastics, ballet, karate, and more — when this friend first told me about her dad’s diagnosis. I think we both kind of thought, “yea, cancer, he’ll be OK.” Because, a lot of people are. It’s a rough road — the surgery, treatment, and all — but surely, he’d survive it, I thought.
He did survive — for a while. Then things got bad. There were hospital stays, and feeding tubes, and weight loss. Doctors said there wasn’t anything more they could do for him. Hospice came to his house. And two days after Thanksgiving, he passed.
I am confident he is at peace now, finished with the hardships of cancer. That’s a good thing.
What makes me sad is that he wasn’t OK, which means, even though I’ve survived my own cancer for 6 years, it’s quite possible I won’t be alright forever. I’ve had a good long run, but what if that ends?
That’s what cancer does. It first invades the body, and then it leaves a lingering unknown. Sometimes — like today, as I think of my friend’s dad — it makes me sad. Mostly, though, it keeps me on my toes, keeps me aware of every breath I take, keeps me in awe of all the blessings in my life.
Here’s the thing: I might not be able to control cancer, but I do have the power to turn each day into something spectacular.
Well, that’s my spin on it, anyway.
Welcome to Feel-Good Finds, a series of posts featuring items and products that can cheer you up, calm your mind, and soothe your soul. Whether you’re muddling through cancer treatment or just braving the occasional bad day, pick-me-ups are key. Here, I review all things happy and hopeful. (And sometimes when I’m blessed with extra goodies, I’ll even give them away!)
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6 years ago.
1 day before Thanksgiving.
The doctor called at 10 AM and shared these 5 words:
“Unfortunately, cancer cells were found.”
And so began my dance with a disease that would prove both horrible and wonderful.
6 years ago.
2 days before Thanksgiving.
I had a biopsy.
“Call the nurse tomorrow afternoon for the results,” the surgeon said.
I have no memory of how I filled the long hours leading up to that afternoon.
I do remember I never made that call.
Because the doctor called me.
That’s never a good thing.
When the doctor calls.