The icing experience itself was no joke. I will be honest in saying it reminded me of my childhood in Wisconsin when ice got into my boots, and mittens with no relief. I would wiggle my toes, and fingers during the treatment. I sucked it up, and kept them on determined to minimize side effects from my treatment.…..
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. There is no need for any additional complications when a simple technique can greatly reduce the percentage of heart damage during breast cancer radiation
I never realized my hair was such a part of my identity until I lost it.I now had a new look, it was the “cancer” look and I didn’t like it,I didn’t like it at all……….
I was left with one boob as the infection on my other side healed. This was heartbreaking for me. It hurt so terribly that there was no way I could wear a heavy prosthesis. I put a soft sock in my bra to give me symmetry. It was quite humbling to say the least……
I dodged the many calls, texts, emails and messaging through social media. I didn’t want to talk about me, cancer and anything in between. I drifted into avoidance and depression. My life as I knew it was spinning out of control. People reached out and I ran the other way. I didn’t want pity or to deal with others emotions and I certainly didn’t want to tell my horrific story over and over again.
Once my team of doctors gave me a plan, I felt some relief. Now I knew how we were going to attack. I decided right then, and there I was beating this, and that was that…..
Aside from the daily tasks, I would also spend time caught in the mental game of regret, irritation and procrastination. Now how I spend my time and who I spend it with has become fiercely important to me……
I was regulated to baggy T-shirts, ugly blouses that hung loosely and a bra that looked more like my grandmothers than anything I had formerly worn myself
The icing experience itself was no joke. I will be honest in saying it reminded me of my childhood in Wisconsin when ice got into my boots, and mittens with no relief. I would wiggle my toes, and fingers during the treatment. I sucked it up, and kept them on determined to minimize side effects from my treatment.…..
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. There is no need for any additional complications when a simple technique can greatly reduce the percentage of heart damage during breast cancer radiation
I never realized my hair was such a part of my identity until I lost it. I now had a new look, it was the “cancer” look and I didn’t like it, I didn’t like it at all……….
I was left with one boob as the infection on my other side healed. This was heartbreaking for me. It hurt so terribly that there was no way I could wear a heavy prosthesis. I put a soft sock in my bra to give me symmetry. It was quite humbling to say the least……
I dodged the many calls, texts, emails and messaging through social media. I didn’t want to talk about me, cancer and anything in between. I drifted into avoidance and depression. My life as I knew it was spinning out of control. People reached out and I ran the other way. I didn’t want pity or to deal with others emotions and I certainly didn’t want to tell my horrific story over and over again.
Once my team of doctors gave me a plan, I felt some relief. Now I knew how we were going to attack. I decided right then, and there I was beating this, and that was that…..
Aside from the daily tasks, I would also spend time caught in the mental game of regret, irritation and procrastination. Now how I spend my time and who I spend it with has become fiercely important to me……
One day I was so sick I couldn't get up from the bathroom floor. When my daughter came to see me I sent her away ashamed for her to see me that way……
I had mastered the art of taking care of everything and everyone. Then came the words that knocked me off my feet…….
I was regulated to baggy T-shirts, ugly blouses that hung loosely and a bra that looked more like my grandmothers than anything I had formerly worn myself
When you are diagnosed with breast cancer you become part of a sisterhood…….
