Nearly there

All stations go today.  I wanted to get my house clean and tidy (whoops even found the duster), the fridge cleared out, washing and ironing done, bills paid up to date etc etc so that when I come home after my next operation, I don’t have to do anything.

Hmm but as the first thing of the day was making a cup of coffee (not such a difficult task me thinks), but I put the kettle on, coffee in the cup, poured the water in, added the milk (the final bit from the fridge), stirred it all up and put it to my lips following which I realised that it was cold… oops I neglected to notice that the kettle was cold and the water wasn’t steaming!   Doh!

Still jobs to do and lunch with my Dad and his wife.  We had a lovely lunch and both of them were very sympathetic but I’m always anxious about worrying Dad with what’s going on.  I’ve noticed that when he gets anxious he gets more forgetful and slower – I don’t want to cause him anymore anguish.  Love him and love his hugs.

Jobs done, fire lit, settling down to a bit of TV and an early night.  I’m watching How to Look Good Naked on Channel 4 TV at the moment.  The subject of the show is someone who has had a mastectomy following breast cancer.  All her insecurities I can understand as I think I’ve thought them but need to resolve them, as I’m sure she will with the help of Gok Wan and no doubt many many others.

Gosh one of the things I truly miss with all this, is a huge great big hug.  But as it hurts when anyone is near my breast and certainly couldn’t cope with being squished I can’t ask for one.  And people are so (sweetly) cautious of me I don’t get so many offered.  Sounds daft but there’s nothing quite like a good comforting hug and I can’t have one!

2 more sleeps to go and I’m aware that I’m getting more and more anxious…. think my heart rate is going through the roof… bring on the pre-meds!

3 more sleeps to go to Surgery No. 2

I woke this morning and noticed that my pillow was wet.  I’d obviously been crying in my sleep again.  It’s a toughy at the moment, trying hard to look on the positive side in that they WILL get the tumour and a clear margin and I’ll then be fine (subject to post op radiation therapy and regular tests).  Although I am incredibly fortunate to be able to see the positive in almost every situation and have a giggle at myself when I get upset, I’m struggling with this as the operation looms and more, of the same, questions are rerunning in my head.  Should I just elect for a mastectomy to maximise the chances of it’s clean removal?  If so, would I have reconstruction surgery?  Could I cope without a boobie?  If I didn’t have it reconstructed would I (should I) remove the other one too again reducing the chances of it coming back in the other breast.  But I’m still young (ish – I’m 41 going on 4!) and my boobies are important to me… I’d need a whole new wardrobe (which I can’t afford)… I love my lingerie… I’d look so very different… and I’m single… could I find someone to love me who’d want to see me naked?… BUT then again there’s heaps that I could do without boobies that I haven’t been able to do with them… like going running (they were always sooo painful when I ran or did aerobics type classes), even Pilates when I needed to lie on my front was painful… But then again, would I still feel feminine without one or both of them?  OK, so today you’re really getting my inner ‘mares on this one.  Gotta be positive.  The next op will be the end of it and they’ll get it all.  I don’t need to worry about being lopsided.

Right best get up and do some cleaning.  Some of my colleagues are coming over to see me for lunch.   Hmmmm will they bring Percy Pigs with them?

Lovely to catch up with my colleagues for lunch but am now exhausted again.. a little nap me thinks.

Slow start

Slow start this morning.  Am exhausted as mind is whirring again.  Think I spent most of the night thinking and rethinking and just in case I hadn’t already thought it out, thinking some more – sleep evades me!

A friend called me from Australia to find out how I was.  She has been investigating and searching for information about Malignant Phyllodes Tumours.  Luckily as she works for a publishing company she is able to access medical books that aren’t available to the general public and has found some indepth details.  But still no definate reports or clinical trials that would ensure a complete structure to my treatment.

We also discussed the Scar Project (www.scarproject.org) and the images of stunningly beautiful women who have had mastectomies.  She believes (as I do) that this sort of project should be properly printed and distributed to get more acceptance of something that is happening to so many people.  Fingers crossed the publisher she works for will take this seriously!

I have thought so much about how I feel about a mastectomy.  I don’t know at this point if I will need this but I’m trying desperately to think all these things through as so many of the people I’ve contacted say that it helps so much to be mentally prepared.  I’m so scared and frightened by this though but not sure if it’s because of my own vanity.  As a single girl, I’m not over meeting new people and having relationships but think that many men would be totally put off by a mastectomy… but then again if they are, they aren’t good enough for me.  I deserve someone who will love me whatever I look like.  (If only I could believe that 24/7!)

Shattered

Shattered this morning but had to wake early to get to the Doctors Surgery for a swine flu injection.  Whooohooo with everything else that is going on, I now qualify in the ‘high-risk’ category for a free jab.  Although the doctor mentioned that she was confused why I was at risk until I mentioned that it was a malignant phyllodes tumour.  She looked closer at the NHS notes and commented that it was added as a benign tumour as there was no NHS code for a malignant phyllodes tumour.  How on earth is this going to help any research or statistics regarding this type of tumour in the UK if there’s no way of searching for it?  My doctor has said that she’s going to try to get the code added to the NHS database.

Although as a treat after the jab I’m off to see my friend H and her family for the day.  It’s been ages since we met up as it’s been difficult with my not being well and able to drive and her having two adorable small children that don’t understand about illness – and whom I just LOVE having cuddles with but can’t at the moment.  It’s heartbreaking that little Alex (aged 2.5) and I can’t have our ickle and huge huggles.

Tired and in pain in the afternoon, those stabbing pains are back.  Long drive home.

Exhausted

I’m exhausted and my boobie is painful again but I need to do my bit at Mum’s house with some final sorting.  All of a sudden I’m very conscious that there’s so much to do and organise and I can’t leave it to my brothers to do.  They’ve both got their own businesses and young families not to mention that of course their boys, which means they’re less sentimental about the bits and bobs and pieces of paper.  My fear is that I’ll come out from all of this and discover that the stupid little things that made up my Mum (God knows she was great at giving us odd presents) would be gone, along with all those little memories… the big stuff is always there but the little stuff is harder.

I managed to sort out a lot of things and pack up some pictures to sort later when I’m well again.  But the thought of unpacking them all when I got home was just too much and I was wincing with pain on the way home and then getting cross with myself for doing so.  Luckily a colleague had texted me to offer help and I took him up on his offer.  He bought some other boys with him and they helped unload the pictures.  There didn’t seem that much and I did feel a little silly asking them but was at the bottom of my energy fields by the end of the day.

I do feel better having ‘done my bit’ with Mum’s house and possessions and I hope that my brothers think I’ve done the right thing.  I can’t help but every now and then think however that I’m not sure why I’m trying to save my memories of Mum in possessions  when perhaps I’ll never actually have the chance to have these things around me… It would be ironic if I’d fought with my brothers over something silly and won, only for them to have to divide up my possessions soon.    Ooops I’ve gotta think positively so that’s all rubbish… but it is what I’m thinking when I’m low!

At Mum’s

I’m incredibly lucky in that I’ve got such good friends in Millie and her family. They offered and I accepted, to come down to Mum’s house and help with the packing and carrying. We got loads done – I’m always surpised how long it takes to pack up china and ickle bits. But what a joy to have such happy helpers and the children were just the most useful and caring too. It was just so much fun doing the task and playing Racing Demon card game in the evening. As always it’s also been fantastic having someone who knows me so well (we’ve known each other since 1986) and who has been such a support and researched lots on the internet and understands my head! Thank you Millie.

Rare Cancer Support Alliance

Whoohoooo, finally, I have discovered the Rare Cancer Support Alliance (www.rare-cancer.org) which not only lists details about a malignant phyllodes tumour but has forums where other ladies have posted and answered queries, given their stories about their journey, what worked, what didn’t work, what they were advised, shared their histopathology reports etc etc.

I posted an introduction to me and my predicament whilst also looking through the various postings and forums for other information.  I also researched previous postings where I note that there are some posts that refer to similar pain being due to surgery and the nerve endings settling down.

I can’t explain how relieved I am to have found somewhere that has honest information and balanced views about this type of tumour.

I also found reference to a Barth report that’s been recently published… Barth Report which although I don’t have access to the whole report has given me food for thought regarding mastectomy, metastasing and radiationtherapy.  Finally I feel that I’m getting a better picture.

Macmillan nurse call

Greta called me today following my queries on the answerphone.  She’s brilliant and what a fab service she (and their team) provides.  She gently assures me that have spoken with another consultant (mine’s on holiday) the believe that it would be best to do another excision first to then test this and then, if need be, perform a mastectomy.  The voice of reason was there – she asked if I could cope if they did perform a mastectomy and the testing of the removed tissue proved that they had got the tumour in the first operation.  How would I feel having unnecessarily authorised the removal of my breast?  She’s right – that would fill me with horror.

She apologised once more that the literature given to me about a Phyllodes Tumour has only one line about a malignant version and tells me that she’s been speaking with the publications and reference departments asking them to see if it would be possible to ensure that there is a publication about a malignant phyllodes tumour however she felt that they wouldn’t do this as it is so rare and resources were tight and needed to be spent on more prevalant cancers.

Greta also noticed that I had been booked in for the 2nd operation on 19th November but remembered that I had discussed my music request for the operating theatre as Handel’s Fireworks on the basis that it was Guy Fawkes ie 5th November.  I asked that if there was a reason that the operation should be later then that was OK but I would prefer it sooner and over with but it MUST be with the same consultant – I totally trust him to do the right thing, for me.  Could it be an administration error?

Oh, could I wait for yet another 14 days?

Macmillan nurse call

I have been experiencing a sharp stabbing pain in my right breast. It feels a little like a hot poker being stabbed into my breast and pulsing with pain. The pain only lasts for a few minutes however takes my breath away and all I can do is try to breathe through it whilst the tears run down my cheek and I wince with pain. I don’t know what’s causing it ie if the pain relates to the tumour or the reconstruction. I did have shooting pains before surgery but not to this intensity. Today I decided that I really needed to check in with my Macmillan nurse and ask if this is normal. I also wanted to ask about a mastectomy. Are we assuming that the best course of action is to simply do the operation again and then do a mastectomy, if need be – ie to do our utmost to preserve my boob? But if this method might give the tumour a chance to grow further and mean that the outcome may be worse, would it make more sense for me to elect to have a mastectomy at this piont and eliminate earlier the chance of it spreading?

Unfortunately I got the answerphone and left a message for Greta outlining the above. I felt dreadful just leaving a message – what would happen if she didn’t call back as promised within 24 hours? What then? Who can I ask?

Visit to GP

Today I’m up very early to drive to London and get that appointment with my Doctor. I need to ask him if I should be signed off from work – I know I can’t concentrate or come to that sit up at a desk for any length of time. I also feel that if I am signed off from work then my employers will ensure that my role is properly resources as my team have been taking the load and doing ridiculous hours under extreme stress. My team were already pushed and doing additional hours due to redundancies and new projects so I’ve felt terribly guilty being out of the office with Mum’s death and now this. The way I’m feeling right now I’m worried about work, my team and stressing about what’s going on but feeling helpless to do anything or cope with the day to day of life.

I’m also wondering how I can possibly do my bit of sorting and sifting Mum’s possessions and organising the house if I’m working – not that I feel I could drive there or lift anything anyway. I’m feeling useless. My doctor however laughed at me and said he didn’t ‘do sicknotes’. I was a little shocked but didn’t even have the energy to question this. He then insisted that I had a flu injection to help with my immunity whilst I’m in and out of hospital. As I was leaving he handed me a note and laughed – I looked at it and he told me off for thinking that I would only need a couple of weeks away from work if I was facing the treatment he knew was already booked in. He then said he’d signed me off for two months and even that would be reviewed after the results were in from the next operation.

This made it all so very real that I wouldn’t be up and about quickly. I think I’d thought I would be so to be ‘signed off’ for such a long period of time was yet another shock or reality check. I’m devastated and once again call on Millie’s support and call in for a cuppa/lunch.

Millie had also been doing research on the internet and had seen a lot of the same articles but also some others, so it was good to compare notes. It was horribly obvious that we were both skirting the worst scenarios though and eventually we got there. talking round and round until eventually I asked Millie to help me ensure that my wishes were looked after ‘just in case’. It was, though, a relief to then talk candidly about the articles and information that we’d both seen but avoided talking about as it was too scary. BUT I do need to remember that I need a balanced view and that not every treatment, operation, eventuality is for every person and indeed if I’m armed with all the facts and figures, I can take some control of my own treatment and proactively control my future… because there is one!