I've known many of you forumites online for many years now, have met many of you in person too, am proud to call many of you friends, at the same time I know many hate me for my sarcastic and outspoken attitude. It's okay, we can't all get along
Most already know that I've been diagnosed with breast cancer last October and it's been quite a yourney going from a lump to full mastectomy to 6 courses of aggressive chemo to 3 weeks of radiotherapy to now a menopause in full swing at 33 caused by hormone blockers, sprinkled with hot flushes, mood swings, night sweats and swolen ankles.
I've always had a very positive attitude about all of this, I mean it's not that scary to lose some hair and feel under weather for a few days every 3 weeks, mastectomy is just a scar too - no biggie, radiotherapy was a breeze - great banter with doctors for 15mins (I called it very polite breath play) while a massive apparatus is just making creepy faces at you (many will know what I'm talking about)...
Then the hormone blockers kicked in and I spiralled into a menopause that arrived 20ish years earlier than expected.
I was okay with it too. Being a grumpy old woman at times, yes, occasionally giving Dirk a hard time, yes, but I'm finally cancer free growing my eyebrows back and just waiting on my brand new shiny boob job.
But today was different.
One phone call turned my life upside down.
My cancer was fed by estrogen- I knew that already hence my very firm and strong stand against estrogen (factory made estrogen replica still increases the risk of developing cancers) based contraception.
Today I found out that it's also genetic. Caused by mutation of a single gene which increases my chances of getting breast cancer again to very high as well as ovarian and pancreatic cancer.
All my life I've been fit and strong and never sick, never afraid of moving the mountains so I can walk through the valley between them.
This time I know I will have to change my whole life if I want to live without having to go through all of that mess of a treatment all over again.
No more cakes for me, no sugar, no weekend alcohol, no processed food, no vaping, no smoking, no bread, no pasta, no pancakes, no crisps (I fucking love crisps so much!) no donuts, no ice cream, no chocolate, no take aways, no McDonald's, no sausage, no bacon, no cereal... list goes on.
Just meat, cheese and veggies for the rest of my life... if I want to have a life.
This post is here to vent as well as raise awareness to the fact that anyone can get cancer when they least expect it.
Anyone can live with it too.
Just please be aware of what you consume on a daily basis, especially when it comes to hormonal contraception if you have any family members who have had cancer in the past.
Hope I didn't damper the mood too much.
Missus |