Farewell My Lovelies, from Jessica Queller
To You, from Jill in Clovis, California
Isabelle, Esther, Helen, and Bev: from Ron
Two Words, from Carolyn Merritt
From Mike in Georgia, for Joyce
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f someone had told me at 30 that the next five years I would have my breasts removed in a preemptive strike against cancer, Id have called her crazy. What a difference five years make.
It turned out to be one of the most joyous. In those final days before the surgery, I was in a feverish, almost elated state. Id always envisioned my friends gathering to spoil me before my wedding. Instead, I had a farewell breasts night out with eight of my closest girlfriends. In lipstick and heels, we met at a chic bistro in
The week before my mastectomy, my father and sister went to a nursery and bought seven large trees for me as a giftthree for inside my apartment, and four to put outside on the small terrace. I blinked in amazement as the deliverymen carried in tree after beautiful tree, breathing new life into my home. The loved ones in my life surrounded and buoyed methey made me feel special and courageous.
The first week home post-surgery, I was high on Vicodin and had drainage tubes pinned to my cotton nightie, yet I was hostess to an endless stream of visitors in what felt like an around-the-clock party. I overdid it, of course, and my doctor soon shut down the festivities.
Two weeks after surgery, I went in to see Dr.
Id felt certain my breasts needed to be sacrificed for my health, but I hadnt been expecting this. The doctor registered the shock and disbelief on my face. If you had any doubt about the course of action you chose, this should dispel it. You did the right thing.
Two years post-surgery, though, my strongest memory is of being showered with love from the extraordinary people in my life. Ive learned that the most devastating experienceeven losing a mother to a terrible diseasecan glimmer with surprising rays of hope.
Jessica Queller is a television writer and the author of Pretty Is What Changes, a memoir about the genetics of breast cancer permission granted August 19, 2008 all rights reserved © by Jessica Queller
First of all, cancer is not a death sentence. Its more of a wake up and live thing. So many people associate cancer with death that they give up, even if they are stage one. Ive seen it so many times in the infusion room (or as we like to call it the confusion room). Patients roll up in the fetal position under their heated blanket and sleep. Or they sit there having a pity party for themselves and cry. Four years ago when I first stared with chemo, that was pretty much the norm in there. It was sooooo depressing!! My guess is that they caught that attitude from each other and just accepted the death sentence and were laying there waiting for it to happen.
My first and primary chemo partner is God so there was not even a question as to whether or not Id be joining them. NO WAY!!! Then there were the two infusion nurses that I gravitated to and they to me. They were both wonderful Christians and we would talk as much as we could and as loud too about how awesome God was and what an incredible experience this was and how He was always with me and helping me through. He picked out my surgeon who was wonderful, prayed with me before the surgery and did an excellent job removing the cancer. He picked out my oncologist what can I say? This doc is soooo incredible! He is a strong Christian, treats the whole patient with love and compassion, goes to a central American country as often as possible to volunteer in an orphanage there, started a local program to help people who are really in need and deserving, has annual retreats for any female (or male I guess) with breast or cervical cancer, etc., etc., etc. WOW! Talk about the ultimate caring doctor!!! He gets my vote hands down! Even the radiation crew was great, although I did suffered an incredible 4th degree burn.
I was declared clean after 10 months from the surgery to the end of treatment. It came back after almost a year and spread to my bones and liver. Give up?? NEVER!!! I still go to chemo every week, Ive been through 3 medi-ports, a nasty staph infection that took two hospital stays and 2 ½ months to clear up, all kinds of side effects and so much more but you know what? Im still alive and enjoying life! Its all in the way YOU accept it and deal with it. It is no worse that having diabetes
they have to check their blood daily, take medication if its not right if they dont, they could lose a limb, eyesight or even their life. Are they sitting around having pity parties?? I dont think so. Life goes on for them and it goes on for us. You get out of it what you put into it. If you mentally give up, your body follows and it will kill you. I have cancer but cancer doesnt have me is truer than you think. Dont hand your life over to it. FIGHT IT WITH ALL YOUVE GOT!! I have God helping me do that and its not as bad a fight as I thought it would be. Its definitely not a piece of cake or something Id wish on my worse enemy but a wonderful experience through which I have met a whole lot of awesome people. --Jill
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y mother, Isabelle, my sister, Esther, my daughter, Helen, & now my wife, Beverley, all lost the battle with breast cancer. My mother & her mother before her were a member of the Quaker Faith. It is a way of life - a way one conducts ones self thru out life, I was taught to treat all people with respect and in the way that I would like to be treated myself - and to not be overly disappointed when sometimes this doesnt happen.
When my mother passed from cancer in 1965 it was not very prevalent at the time and not a great deal was known about the disease. In 1979 my sister Esther, with three small children contracted a very aggressive form of breast cancer and died in 1982. My wife Beverley was diagnosed in 1989. She had a tumour removed at the local hospital and then we had to travel 200 kilometres a day to
The radium treatment caused her breast to become very hard, dark brown and take on the appearance of boot leather. Beverley had breasts that matched her beauty and she became very embarrassed at this appearance, so much so that she now preferred to shower and dress alone. I helped her as much as she would let me. It took a period of about seven years for her breast to return to normal colour & texture, and for life to return to normality. She had a six monthly appointment with the radium specialist in Brisbane, Dr Addison who was a lovely man. Additionally, Beverley had six monthly appointments with the cancer surgeon Dr Ian Curley. A few weeks before these appointments,
This went on for a period of thirteen years until finally Dr Addison gave Beverley the all clear. We had the big All Clear party and everything returned to normal. Three months later a mammogram revealed another tumour in the same breast. The poor girl was completely devastated, as was I. We felt that we had done everything in our power mentally physically & spiritually with the utmost positive attitude. After this second tumour was removed & many sessions of chemo, Beverley settled down once more, although she had changed from the easy going person I was used to.
When we first met
But now she became subject to mood changes - not unlike a spring that would fly off the handle at anything, or at anyone, or for no reason at all. If I tried to help in any way it would only make things worse, so in the long run it was better to say nothing, and just be there for her in the background, and also have the sense to understand the mental trauma, & anguish that breast cancer can cause.
When a third cancerous lump was found also in the same breast, a mastectomy was preformed, & once more
When our youngest daughter Helen, contracted breast cancer, she just took it as one would take a common cold, it did not seem to bother her in the least. A few years later when the second tumour was found & the cancer started to spread, Helen was told by her doctors that she had six months maybe a year. She told no-one. Helen only told me when we had to visit the
Helens death had an understandably dramatic effect through-out the family, particularly on Bev. She claimed that she had passed breast cancer on to her daughter and no one, nothing, could convince her otherwise. I can understand why some husbands get up & walk out when their wife contacts breast cancer. It is one of those things that you have to live with before you can even begin to understand it. It has a complete mind of it's own and it affects everyone in a different way. Relationships can become easily volatile, if each partner is not in tune with the other. I consider myself very lucky to have been bought up within a Quaker family and can turn the other cheek when need be, but nothing, Nothing, prepared me for the death of my dear
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Carolyn Merritt, of Palatine, Illinois,
and her doctor: Katherine N. Weilbaecher, MD
at Alvin J. Siteman Cancer Center St. Louis, MO
(Our very own Marion/BCDIY quilted the wall hanging!)
Good evening. I am Carolyn Merritt.
Im a mother, wife, gardener, motorcycle rider, presidential appointee, former agency head and CEO and I am a breast cancer survivor.
In February 2000, following a biopsy of a lump in my breast, I got a call from my surgeons office.
I heard two words that would change me forever.
Hearing those words sets off a flurry of emotions and thoughts.
Fear, panic, anger, worry, denial.
Just saying the word Cancer to my husband, father, children, friends and co workers was unbelievable to me.
Like a nightmare.
The days between that revelation and the date of scheduled surgery were the worst.
Like some monster inhabited my body and all I could think about was getting it out of me!
But the fear of surgery was looming in front of me as well. The disfigurement of my never perfect body was unusually disconcerting to me.
Somewhere in the next few days however there came acceptance that I would face something heard about in whispered tones about women who were old and who had died.
Not me. I was only 53, still young and active. Not me!
I had had a lump in my breast for years!
Every mammogram said it was fibrocystic breast tissue. Benign.
Now it was cancer? How could that be? Words like mastectomy, chemotherapy, radiation swirled in my head.
One of the first things I did was to go on line and find the American Cancer Society page on Breast Cancer.
It told me all about the things that would be done to me and that I would experience in the months to come.
Words like survivability now crept in and mortality.
Even before I saw the Surgeon, I had read about medical terms, procedures and chemical treatments I had never heard about before.
I was profoundly amazed by how much information there was out there.
Some of it very bad.
Then I saw that with the type of cancer I had and the stage I was told it was in, I had a 60% chance of living 5 years and if I survived 5 years without a recurrence, I had an 80% chance of living another 5 years.
My God, I was only 53 years old. I was determined to do all that was available and beat all the odds.
I decided to take charge of this process and not be a victim of it.
When I met with the surgeons and the oncologists my next two words were Cure Me!
But in the middle of the night I also whispered in my prayers to my creator two more words, Heal Me.
People all over had my name on their prayer lists. In Christian churches, Jewish Temples and Muslim Mosques, people were putting up my name in request for prayers of healing.
Every month I went in for my chemo treatment.
As the potions dripped into my body, I thought about the little molecules of chemicals searching out every cell of cancer and I envisioned the cells dying right before my eyes. Cure me! I thought .
In my hours of treatment I also thought of the many scientists that had spent their lifes work seeking out the right formulation of chemicals that would know how to find that cancer cell and know just how to kill it.
I envisioned a person in a white lab coat, late at night peering through a microscope or pouring over stacks of research notes muttering another two words Thats funny?.
That moment of recognition that something in this experiment was different or unexpected.
That moment may have been the very moment when the mechanism for killing my cancer was found. The moment that meant I would have a better chance of making 5 years of life that might not have been there only moments before.
That recognition of something unusual by a scientist some where in some lab sponsored by donations from millions of people walking in walkathons and running in races in memory of those who have been taken by this phenomenon called cancer.
Millions of people walked, ran and gave in honor of those who have survived this experience.
Many gave in the memory of those who did not.
While I was in treatment, there was a Race for the Cure in
The company I was working for donated $10,000 and organized a team in my honor to walk in the Race.
I walked too, 5 miles and between us we carried the names of over 200 people we were honoring who had survived due to the thousand of researchers and millions of hours committed to searching for that one moment when they would say two words Thats it!.
That recognition of something different might prove to be the answer to the question about conquering breast cancer.
March of 2005 was my 5 year mark. I beat the odds. I have two more words to say.
Every day I think of two words for the people who worked to raise money and who donated to fund the research that had made those five years possible.
Those two words are Thank you .
Thank you for the sacrifice, generosity and charity given to provide more opportunities to say Thats it!
Funding that answers the prayers of people who beg Cure me and Heal Me.
So what have I done with the 61/2 years given to me since 2000?
I retired from corporate life.
I helped incorporate a NGO with the mission of saving the Monarch Butterfly habitat in Michuacan
I helped an alternative high school in
I traveled Europe just for fun and been to
I was appointed by the president and served as Chair and CEO of an agency in
I have gone to
I have seen my son married in Austin Texas and our daughter married in a castle in
And I am awaiting the birth of our second grandchild, a girl named Caroline.
I have been with dear friends who are undergoing treatment for breast cancer knowing that they now have a higher chance for survival than I did because of improvements in the technology of treatment of breast cancer over the past 7 years.
But now I have another two words in my life. Bone cancer.
My future and the futures of thousands of others rest in the hands of the researchers who are looking for a way to give us longer life.
For people like me it used to be a 5% chance to live another 5 years.
Now it is 20%. That is not good enough for me.
My two words now arePlease Give. My life depends on it.
If I can, I would like to pass on my own story and the lesson I learned from my own experience.
Like many women for years I was told I had dense breast tissue.
I was diligent in my own care.
I was about 40 when I had my first mammogram because of the amount of dense tissue I had.
Every year I went.
We moved around a lot so every time we moved I got my mammograms and took them with me.
I had breast exams at many hospitals including the Cleveland Clinic and a variety of community hospitals.
Every year I was told that the lumps were dense tissue and were nothing to worry about.
So I did not worry.
At 52, I began hormone replacement therapy.
Over the next few months, I noticed that the lump in my breast was growing.
I went to my doctor and pointed it out. I even drew a line around it so she would know where I was feeling the lump now about the size of a small egg.
She sent me for a mammogram. The radiologist report said dense tissue, benign.
Something kept nagging at me however and I went back a few weeks later and insisted we do a biopsy.
She did not think this was necessary but if I insisted she would give me the name of a surgeon. I insisted.
Taking my films with me, I met with the surgeon and he said it was nothing to worry about.
He was 99.9% sure it was dense tissue but just to give me peace of mind he did a stereographic punch biopsy.
On Friday, Feb 24th ,I got a call from him. Its Cancer he said.
What I learned from the second surgeon at the
It grew like a spider into the surrounding tissue. It was hormone receptive and although it had been slowly growing for all those years, the addition of estrogen to my system caused it to really take off.
What did I learn from this?
I have also found that my story is not unique.
Talk openly with other women about their experiences.
Help other women through the walk of cancer treatment and recovery.
Every woman is at risk of breast cancer just because they are a woman.
Help them recognize and take control of their own health care.
Breast Cancer should not be the final two words in anyones life. Thank you
It is with deep saddness... Carolyn lost her fight with cancer: August 29, 2008. You were in her prayers, as I'm sure she was in yours. She is that ray of sunshine that looks down on us from above, and our fight continues.
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