They tell you a lot of things every October during Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but I thought I'd go over some of my experiences to give you the nitty gritty.
First, I am young for breast cancer, so I will get genetic counseling. There's a possibility I have Ashkenazi Jew ancestry, which may or may or increase my risk of cancer. At any rate (don't panic, family!), I'll get genetic counseling and let my genetic relatives know the results. I strongly encourage everyone to tell health risks to genetic relatives, even if you hate each other.
I am a huge believer in sexual health. I go to my gynecologist every year, at least, for a Well Woman Exam. That's how my cancer was caught early.
The support I received is what they don't tell you. I got absolute stellar care, which I am still getting. I cannot even convey to you the amount of expertise coupled with outstanding bedside manner.
In the photo above, I just got out of the shower. I'm dressed; don't worry. I am showering--no baths or swimming right now--with soap and water, and patting dry. I have a pink shawl on that someone kitted for me at the hospital.
I refused most painkillers. I have taken Tylenol so far and that's good enough. I am eating healthy, and getting tons of rest to heal and recover. I've gained a few pounds doing this, but that's fine.
I refused reconstruction on my breast. I'll be fine if my breasts aren't perfectly even after this.
I gave HIPPA releases to all of my doctors as I saw each. I recommend doing this.
I told all of my doctors my refusal of opioids and all of my allergens--even that I can't wear fake jewelry. I also told each every single medication I am on. I even asked if they were updated in some cases, and went over each medication with my doctors and nurses.
I also told every doctor that I smoke cigarettes--and do not take drugs or alcohol--as well as how much I smoke. BE HONEST WITH YOUR DOCTORS ABOUT THIS. It could save your life.
I told each nurse that I am afraid of needles because I've been poked a lot in my life. Tell them things like this. They know what to do. My nurses were so, so great.
I told the doctors and nurses about my anesthesia sensitivity. I've had a couple of surgeries before and can't handle heavy anesthesia.
It's a few days out, and I'm feeling good. I'll be getting radiation after this to make sure not a single cancer cell got out of the area.
I have a family. A huge, great family. I need to be alive for them.
My nurses said the year 2025 is going to be my year. I said, "I hope so."
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