#CancerStory

[drrajeevkapoor]

There are 3 types of treatment Options for Piles-

1. Home Care

2. Herbal Treatment

3. Surgery

[kallmaker]

The Short Life and Excellent Death of Darth Lumpius

    Back in August I knew I would be writing this post and that this would be the title.

Darth Lumpius had visions of immortality. Its evilness was about the size of two Cheerios. A routine mammogram screening discovered the nasty little bugger. Three weeks later Darth Lumpius was no more, aspirations of takeover all for nothing, thanks to a crack team of Resistance fighters: one surgeon, one radiologist, one radiation oncologist, one therapeutic oncologist, and a platoon of technicians and nurses. They each had their own light saber and the Force was with them.

All Star Wars references aside, I found out I had breast cancer in August. By the beginning of September, I no longer had breast cancer due to quick outpatient surgery. Radiation treatments followed to discourage any hangers on of trying to attempt their own takeover. I am now cancer free with no greater risk of another case than the general population.

All in all, start to finish, the best possible breast cancer story a person can have.

Less than Three Months

It's hard to believe that the entire sequence from first detection at the routine screening, pre-surgical tests, a trip to nuclear medicine (that sounds so cool, doesn't it?!), surgery, recovery, and radiation took not quite three months

Trust me when I say that this year I am profoundly grateful for a great many things:

Imaging breakthroughs - the machine that detected this tiny tumor is about 1,000 times more sensitive that a machine 10 years ago.

Medical treatment breakthroughs - the only other female in my family I know that has had breast cancer was an aunt decades ago; her treatment option was a double mastectomy. I have a completely healed four-inch scar and a minor amount of residual numbness that is slowly going away.

The Affordable Care Act which mandates annual mammograms as a free and covered screening, and requires health plans to repeatedly remind their patients to have one. I didn't need persuasion, but the reminders were useful to avoid any gaps where Darth Lumpius would continue to grow.

Health care professionals who have been relentlessly vilified and terrorized by science deniers still showing up to the job, and doing it with compassion.

Researchers - from the first measurement to the ultimate biopsy of the lump after surgery, multiple tests now exist that made it possible me to always choose the least invasive option that offered the best long-term outcome. I left my final radiation session knowing my chances of another case are the same as the general population.

Peeps who took on work on short notice with no more info than "I have a schedule crunch, can you help?" are rock stars.

My wife Maria, kids Kelson and Lee, and friends who knew who took the news without drama and gave boundless support, and who fell in with my quirky humor but succeeded in discouraging me from getting a tattoo on my scar that said "Ha ha! Missed me!" because that's a Wile E Coyote move, and I don't need an Acme anvil dropping on my head.

Most of all, since they determine as much as 80% of our body's resistance to cancer, I am thankful for the genes I got from my parents and their ancestors. I have no doubt that Darth Lumpius's plans for evil takeover of my right boob were hampered by the Force that I inherited from them. They're all Skywalkers to me.

  All the News Was Good

There is no question that I'm grateful for this outcome.

From my earliest follow ups, every doctor underscored the continuing good news. Darth Lumpius was small and nowhere near the chest wall or my armpit. After biopsy, they knew it was feeding on estrogen and therefore any undetected remnants could be easily starved. Other than it being malignant, all the news was good.

My surgeon (a delightful thirty-something Resistance leader) said flat out, "This is 100% curable." Just before surgery she asked me to decide if I wanted a more cosmetic final appearance or a potentially shorter surgery and recovery. She nodded in agreement when I said, "Whatever approach is best to kill it, please do that." Though I'm sure she'd heard the joke before, she laughed when I said that my days as a boob model were over anyway.

There's one final score that comes from the sample itself which predicts the likelihood of another cell going over to the Dark Side. On a scale of 1 to 100, the happy place is 25 or less. My oncologist lit up with joy when she told me my score was 12. Darth Lumpius, for all its attempted evil, was pitifully ineffective.

(One caveat - I do have to take estrogen blockers for five years. Yes, I will have even less estrogen floating around than I already do. I'm going to have to write my name on my hand at this rate. Yes, I'm truly looking forward to gaining weight even more easily. However, all of that is better than having breast cancer again.)

  A bowl of Inspiration we keep on the piano.

Certainty and Uncertainty

Knowing that the word "cancer" rightly fills people with dread, I kept the news to myself and the closest of family and friends. There was some uncertainty, of course, but I knew I was going to be mostly okay (and I am better than okay) and I wanted to save everyone needless worry. At some point I may need those healing thoughts and prayers. Should that come to pass I'll ask for them then.

Though I was certain I was going to be fine, I had no way of planning my time in September or October. I presumed surgery, recovery, and radiation treatments would all be the worst possible experience, so I pushed deadlines and projects around in case I was not up to working. The time loss didn't happen so I was able to resume some of those projects much more quickly than I had thought, including finalizing an audiobook and releasing a new series. As I said above, I'm grateful to the people who helped when I couldn't plan ahead more than a few days at times.

Not All Women are This Lucky

I am well aware that my diagnosis and treatment are not what many women experience. Given all the good news, I was calm enough to be fascinated by the science, machines, nuclear medicine dye injection, and the cool glued-shut-zero-post-surgical-wound-care scar. I was assigned a social worker for mental health support that I didn't need, and I was more than happy to yield my time to someone who did need it.

The process was like an assembly line where I moved from specialist to specialist guided by many different techs and nurses in between. I found comfort in always knowing the next step, and that there was nothing about my case that caused any of the professionals intent on saving my life from breaking stride. Everyone was kind, listened, and happy to speed me on my way.

Genetics is the real wild card in how cancer progresses and how successful treatment is. We can't change our genes. But we can get the screenings and use those results to have control over our own destiny. And we lucky breast cancer survivors can continue to insist that early detection and rapid treatment are a universal right.

I know many women who could have had my outcome didn't, or won't, because of where they live, how much money they have, and the color of their skin.

Please research charities before you donate to be sure they are doing the work you want to support. My opinion is that "awareness" campaigns are worthless if an aware person can't get the screening.

All that said, the bottom line in fighting breast cancer is early detection. What you don't know can kill you. Knowledge is power. Early detection may have literally saved my life. At the very least it spared me more invasive and painful treatments that may have proven less effective.

  And Then There Were the Bills . . .

My wife and I are both accountants and both skilled when it comes to the forensic side - following the money. It took us 2 hours working together to understand how billing worked, where copays had been applied, and how to match EOBs (the statement that says what the bill is and what the insurance company will pay of it) to claims numbers (which weren't on the EOBs) to services rendered (with claim numbers but no descriptive relationship to the EOBs except date, and/or the name of the doctor vs the location of the services which was not always correct).

I had to make a color-coded spreadsheet. I may have said more than once, "They shall come to fear my accounting powers."

There were obvious simple fixes that could have made it much easier, like universal use of the claim number. I assume they're not implemented because making it easier is not a goal. I imagine many people give up and just pay. We found multiple errors in both directions, but mostly in theirs. It finally squared up in subsequent months. I do not miss my days of doing reconciliations.

  This is a Happy Ending

During radiation treatments they played various songs that ranged from Motown to cozy 90s. The first song during radiation treatment was "Uptown Girl" by Billy Joel which made the lasers and scanners moving all around me a truly surreal dance of technology. The final one was "Turn, Turn, Turn" by the Byrds.

So I am turn, turn, turning to the new season, this one filled with gratitude for the community I live in, and the love I know is there for me. A lot in the world is broken but this story is not one of them. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and this year I have much to celebrate.

To everyone reading: You are part of this happy ending. Thank you.

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[musicmanstuff]

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Victoria Jackson #Cancer Update:

I have 34.8 months to live if I don’t get hit by a meteor, shot by a MAGA hater, get Covid again or WWIII breaks out.

https://www.instagram.com/victoriajacksonofficial/

[iamthearcher171]

On the one hand I’m really drunk.

On the other hand, that usually means I feel things more clearly because I’m not inhibited by how I *think* I *should* feel/behave.

I want him to be happy. Even if that isn’t with me. Even though I think it could be with me.

I fuck up. A lot. But it’s always been about you. If time is short, I want you to be happy. However that comes. Because you deserve to be happy. Even if it isn’t with me. I’ll find a way to make my peace with that. I’ll have to. That’s what love is, right?

[justalittlebitbroken]

Four years on (An ode to life before Cancer)

Four years on and not a day seems to have passed , since that moment in time, I feared could be my last.

I woke up that morning not knowing how it would go, would I even awake and would I even know?

It may sound dramatic, but it happened before. I trusted the Dr's and ended up knocking on heavens door.

My heart was scared, the cancer grew and I was a mess because I had to deal with things no young women should ever have to.

I longed to be a Mum. A mother. A friend. Someones everything and a love that would know no ends. But that wasn't my story. Wake up you stupid girl. You have cancer my dear, you have to let that dream go.

The dreams I had in that moment as she counted down. One....I HATE THIS. Two...Make it STOP. Three....This feels alright and by Four, I start to drop.

Nicola......

Nicola....

I awake....Nicola. Look at me, it's done sweetie. It's all over. I smile with glee. The wave of shock washes over me. Im alive. One, two, three...lets wheel you round back to reality.

The cancer is gone, it was a success but little did I know as I digress.

The damage was done, I'd never be the same. On that day I awoke a different Nicola than the one that came....

Hello to your new life. One of constant pain, because after cancer you're never quite the same.

[tinadonahue]

Lynda Wolters is here to tell us about Voices of Cancer, What We Really Want - What We Really Need, her non-fiction book about cancer patien...

[preciouslysparkled]

Stand by me

In a distant memory, somewhere between dream and reality, I was on a lonely road. A dark path I really didn't want to walk down. Like watching a horror movie, where you scream at the screen not to go there, but the character does anyway. So did I. Because the other paths were impassable. And as I did, I got braver and I decided to face the monsters, mostly on my own. In doing so I became a bloody slayer. A champion of dark solitaire paths and running the gauntlet.

I had cancer. A word I had hardly wanted to pronounce before my diagnosis. As if it would make me more likely to get it if I talked about it or by watching cancer charity ad on TV that made me squirm and reach for the remote... Reason being, I didn't understand enough about it.

I was, like most people, in avoidance, in denial that such a thing could ever happen to me. It happens to other people, right? Well, duh, it clearly doesn't. And boy did I learn the hard way. But that story has already been told. And so has some of the following shocker years of operations and harsh treatments. There is no need to revisit today.

However 'the now' is a more difficult story to tell. Because it has no proper direction nor does it have a set end. It silently rolls along. The combative mind continues its daily quest to the gym for pain relief and prolongation of life. Where dark thoughts are quashed in the leg press or Smith machine.

It's a story of living in coexistence with an endless long post cancer medicated void, where the dark clouds are always lurking somewhere not too far away. You can see them in the distance and you can hear the rumble. If you choose to. But I don't, most of the time. I used to hate thunder by the way, when I was little. I was afraid. So much so I vomited profusely sometimes. Reason being, I didn't understand enough about it.

During the last couple of years I have been caught up in a few potential storms but they were avoided in the end. Going through the mental torture of investigations and waiting for results become part of the parcel, so to speak. But it never gets easier. I am just better at dealing. Reason being, I understand enough about it.

Now we have entered a new decade. Glancing back, the last decennary was one to remember. Many would argue, to forget. But I disagree. Although I admittedly look back with sobriety of silent mournfulness, I also uphold abundant pride. For what I see is someone facing up to fears and dealing with tribulation. Finding that inner strength when the body is weak. When bedridden for months on end, in chemo haze and morphined benumbed existence. When crying in exhaustion and pain. When looking like a ghost of former self.

Humbled by the care received and the selflessness in those who tend to us in our darkest hours, gives dauntless force of mind. I learned so many things. Most of all I learned to know more of myself and the unvarnished truth of life. Reason being, I understand.

So, a new year. And a new storm might be forming. I'll face the eye of the storm if it turns out I need to. But this time all I ask, most humbly, instead of being in solitude on that lonely road, will you stand by me?

Soundtrack

https://open.spotify.com/track/6rrmZBm4bowX4QgbeeSXaT?si=1yMVedX9QMWtqDCaUFq3Lg

Stand by Me,

Camishe, Max Oazo

[cancer-n-champagne]

#rest #relax #breath #meditation my #happyplace #cancersucks #cancerstory #cancerstrong @kauai (at Salt Pond Beach Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0wTyjKJZFj/?igshid=xhlpy3c99ii5

[mysticalunknownflower]

Book review: The winding road by Miriam Hurdle- A journey of survival

Book review: The winding road by Miriam Hurdle- A journey of survival

I want to thank Miriam for writing this book which is a real-life account of her battle with cancer in 2008. In the foreword, she says, ” Life is precious and it’s worth fighting for. If I died, my pain went with me, but I would leave pain with my loved ones. My life is worth living.’ This very honest, straight-from-the-heart line, sets the tone of the book and forms the backbone of her fight…

[mamas-boye]

#lifeaftercancer #breastcancerawareness #cancerprevention #cancerpatients #amazonkindle #goodreads #goodreadschallenge #cancersurvivor #CancerAwareness #cancerjourney #cancerstories #cancersociety #bookofthemonth #bookbiography #bookobsessed #bookoncancer #bookstagram #detailinformationoncancer #cancerstory #emotional #willpower #mothercare #cancersurvivor #CancerResearch #cancerfree #breastcancer #cancerprevention #cancerpatients https://www.instagram.com/p/CQnfiCPNhwr/?utm_medium=tumblr

[amykstudio]

Sometimes a painting is a wish. And sometimes the wish comes true. . Ten years ago I was 40 years old and experiencing chemotherapy for the first time. With the first dose, my menstrual cycle, which had just begun, stopped on a dime. I was in chemo for six months and then started a daily hormone blocker, which I took for eight years. During that time, I went through many stressful and painful procedures to verify that I wasn’t developing cancer in my uterus. Ironically, breast cancer meds can increase the chances of this. (Since the only symptom for this is bleeding, but by then it’s usually too late, in the meantime, every inconsistency is suspect.) Longing to be once again vibrant with health and functioning normally, I made this painting. It’s not a literal representation of female anatomy, just the spirit of it. . Yesterday, a decade after my last interrupted cycle, I began to experience cramps and bleeding. I burst into tears when I saw the blood, fearing the new and terrible cancer had arrived. But then I remembered that two weeks ago, my body gave signs of ovulation, which means this would be the right time for menstruation. And then I read that many women have experienced something similar, in fact, some doctors told them to expect it after they came off the cancer drugs. It is shocking, by the way, how many, driven by stress and doctors ordering endless cycles of biopsies, submit to hysterectomies to be done with the whole business. As for me, despite the cramping and inconvenience and the expectation that my own doctors will want to do the same, I feel like I’ve been given a gift. It seems my body is recovering some healthy, normal function. Gift 64 - Woman’s Mystery. 11x14” gouache and ink, yours free for the asking (though I ask that you cover the cost of shipping if you’re not near enough to Chaplin, CT to pick it up.) #gouache #painting #contemporarypainting #contemporaryart #femalelife #breastcancer #breastcancersurvivor #afterbreastcancer #tamoxifen #aftertamoxifen #cycles #wishing #wishcometrue #visualization #creativevisualization #visualisation #femaleartist #womanstory #womanstories #cancerstory #cancersurvivor #cancersupport #age50 (at Chapel Hill, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKl7YGqH_gV/?igshid=149mxv6gqa0go

[stemcell-survivor]

This saying is so real 🙏🙏🙏👋👌👌😊😊 Posted @withregram • @cancer.woes_hope.grows ⭐️HOPE GROWS⭐️ . Don’t look back in Anger... . I, for one, need to practice this more. Far too much, I mourn the life I should have had, the life I had before, the person I was before...before melanoma slammed into my life and set up lodgings. Yes there are a lot of ‘what could have been’ in my life but melanoma aside, there are also so many ‘what can be’. Most importantly, my daughter, Heidi. She was 4 months old when I was told I had progressed to stage 4 - which came with a 6-9 month prognosis. At that time, I could not see any ‘what can be’ moments. Since than I have seen Heidi’s first day at school, her last day at infant school, her starting junior school and yesterday I got to see her complete her last day of junior school. I got to comfort her, hug and hold her and wipe away her tears as she mourned this massive change in her life. On Thursday my little girl turns 11 and In September she will start secondary school. A moment, 10 years ago, I can never have dared dream I would be here to see. So in your darkest of days and your hardest of times, allow yourself to think of the HAPPY ‘what can be’ moments, those are the thoughts that will get you through. 💫 There is Always Hope 💫 . Keep on keeping on 💚 #cancer #cancersucks #cancersurvivor #cancerwarrior #cancerfighter #cancerthriver #cancersupport #cancerjourney #cancerblog #cancerinspiration #fuckcancer #cancerstory #cancerstories #storiesofhope #cancercommunity #mysurvivalstory #hopecancer #cancerhope #hopeforcancer #melanoma #melanomasurvivor #melanomasucks #livingwithcancer #lifeaftercancer #hope #thereisalwayshope #keeponkeepingon #hopegrows #cancerwoeshopegrows (at Around the World) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFU5TRAA6UR/?igshid=1m8rzmf4hsjzj

[rochellebradley]

Beauty from Ashes: Authors & Dancers Against Cancer Anthology https://www.amazon.com/dp/B087CJ69J1/ #preorder now! Beauty from Ashes Authors & Dancers Against Cancer Anthology 19 Amazing Authors, Different Genres, & One Great Cause benefiting @dancers.against.cancer @pennyanglene-Zeke -Ink Fusion Book 3 @cjbaty27- Why Me? Why Now? @rochelle.bradley - The Playboy's Pretend Fiancée Chelsea Camaron- Beauty In It @ruthacasie- The Red Slippers @aliyadalrae - A Dance for Lily Rose @authorajdowney- When the Stars Align R.S. James- It Begins With You @mandikauthor- Of Strength & Courage Victoria Perkins- Suffers' Land Ember Phoenix- Lulu's Broken Melody @veraquinnauthor- #Healing from the Destruction Jaime Russell- Fight Like A Girl Miranda Shanklin- Mystical Dancer Parker Stevens- To Dance Again @chianti.summers- Promise To Dance Darlene Tallman- #Cupcakes, #Kisses, & #Miracles @cjwarrant- Four Days #cancercharity #dancersagainstcancer #cancersucks #cancerstory #cancersurvivor #authorscommunity #charity https://www.instagram.com/p/CALBtWXgB4m/?igshid=vq2huvlv39lm

[dwjensen]

My Dearest Laurie,

Friday, November 3, 2017

An open letter that took 14 years to write.

There is a love story that I’ve never written, for it was far beyond the realms of we mere mortals to narrate. The tale was so pure that it was only whispered to us as children and discarded as a fairy tale when we grew and found fault with the world. It is not simply a story of an attraction, a bond or a joining of two lives; it is the tale of a series of awakenings deep within us. Like the untapped resources of our minds, this stirring happens in those slumbering segments of our human hearts that await for the one small spark of life to rouse them into being only once in a lifetime. Like the rarest of flowers that bloom only once every thousand years, these waking hearts sing to their kindred in a tone lost through the millennia. They call only for the briefest of moments with the hope of all life to be answered before the song is complete and the slumber returns. The song can be for prince or pauper, for princess or maid; for there is no earthly wealth that the kindred awaits for, only the treasure that abounds when the song is echoed and the magic begins.

  It is said that these songs can be heard over many miles as if the greatest songbird or the mightiest whale that ever lived had found the true pitch of David’s lyre. And in the true secret of all who have heard and all who have sung, there lies the mystery confined only by the limit of the dream’s journey. The child dreams of the betrothal, the youth grows out of their myth and the adult searches for earthly dreams. Yet there are still those who believe and sleep with their ears open…hoping and praying that the songs will come to them…as it did to me.

  My beloved, your song saved my life and granted me a soul. Those many miles that we have both travelled were mere footsteps into each other’s arms. Our story is divine for my miracle is your reflection, my heaven is by your side and my prayers are fulfilled by our world. Our choices were never easy and not without sacrifice yet we both left our lives for love and both found a love for life. When our hands were first bound in that matrimonial display, our mantra was “Never a step behind.” This ceremony was blessed by an angel and then again by an ancient one and since we have not simply grown but evolved beyond the fairy tale and into life’s dreaming.

  I hate the pain that now lies behind those once sparkling eyes and the tears that we both now shed. The burden that I place on you daily breaks my heart yet you smile and share every moment of pain as if it were merely the pause of a passing thought. I feel you listen to my breath as we sleep and pray for one more day of our combined moments. And though you laugh at my joy of some newly found wonder, the sadness that sometimes overwhelms us never depletes you. I find myself wanting to be like you and then I’m recalled to our wedding ring’s inscribed words, “You are another me,” and your strength resounds in me.

  This morning as you slept, I watched two Lorikeets sing and break their fast in a nearby tree. They chirped their endearments to each other as they groomed each other and flitted from one spot to the next as if to sanctify their bond. Our union has outlasted many of their lives yet they seemed to remind me of our calling. The bond is forever and not for moments of despair that nature has now placed between us. Those words “until death” are synthetic and do not fracture what has been and what will still come to pass.

  On the sixth of November we will renew our wedding vows on the beach and in bare feet as we had always planned. Our witnesses will bathe in our own moments of truth as we live and relive our love for as long as our time permits.

 These moments I will carry with me wherever I’m yet to know, but I’m sure that a higher power will allow me to listen whenever your heart calls. I heard you once from the other side of this world; I see no barrier to hearing you from the next one.

Photography: Deep gratitude to Andrew Jarvie & Emily Clarke https://www.lifeportraits.photography

Images captured in Carmila, Qld, on July 24, 2017, just after initial diagnosis, before staging. 

[nata-yoga]

Inspirando mi calmo e mi depuro, colorandomi di azzurro Espirando sorrido liberandomi di ogni veleno Qui e ora, sono corpo-mente e Anima Lu' ॐ Ayubowan ❤ ॐ ❤ www.yogadanza.it #beyourself #yoga #danza #meditazione #counseling #spiritualità #zen #buddhismo #crescitapersonale #consapevolezza #benessere #empatia #motivazione #energia #corpo #cancerstory #instagood #aforismi #frasi #instalike #firstpost #lottacontroilcancro #cancersupport #donne #tumore #terapia #resilienza #cancerblogger #cancerfighter #guerrierisinasce (presso Rome, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3lss4WIj1k/?igshid=13z9e3f2uf2qv