Category Archives: (7) Coping mechanisms

When do I get to say, I had breast cancer?

So I did it. Yesterday, on my birthday of all days, I started taking tamoxifen. This is a medication that blocks your body’s production of estrogen – which is what was feeding my cancer. It is interesting, as the information package talks about how the medication is used to treat breast cancer. It is used to… Read More »

Wild

I had started reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed shortly after I was diagnosed with cancer – just as I began chemotherapy. Unfortunately, that didn’t go over too well. Reading about her mother dieing of cancer left me with thoughts of my death and how difficult that would be on my loved ones. I was overcome… Read More »

Driving and a glass of wine

Today marks a transition. I’ve been off the narcotic pain meds for over 24 hours, and I’m not feeling any sense of apprehension about movement in my upper body. As far as the plastic surgeon is concerned, my breast flaps have healed (the skin/scars need work, but the flaps themselves are fine). With full motion… Read More »

Breasts that aren’t breasts

Over the last couple of days I’ve been reflecting on how I now have breasts that aren’t breasts. It is an odd thing really. They look like breasts. To the external toucher, they feel like breasts (or so my husband tells me). The nipples don’t react to anything, because at the moment they don’t have… Read More »

Everything yet nothing is cancer

At this stage every ache causes me to question, then dismiss cancer. My first thought is, is this cancer? Has it spread … and then my logical brain jumps in and says no, this is not cancer … so in some ways, everything feels like cancer, yet nothing feels like cancer. I did get some… Read More »

Selfies

While walking today I found myself reflecting on why I no longer take selfies when I walk. Early on, and throughout chemotherapy, I always took a selfie of me smiling while I walked along the trail. I don’t do that anymore. One reason, is that I’m in theory finished treatment. Although my body aches, I… Read More »

Debridement and a rest day

Spell checkers hate the word debride. It seems that ‘debridement of a wound’ is the correct spelling, but debride by itself is not. I also tried debreed – that too does not show up as a word. Too bad it is a real thing! After finding out that my plastic surgeon would have preferred the… Read More »