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Obligatory Pinktober Post Year 2

Yesterday was my 42nd birthday. I didn’t think I had a big chance of making it to my 40th, but here I am. Suck it cancer. Now on to my more serious thoughts about Pinktober.

Even before I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer, Pinktober put a bitter taste in my mouth. It isn’t awareness that is needed. Buying pink items will not usually help fund what is really needed. We have the world at our fingertips. You can do quick research on any company/nonprofit that is claiming to donate funds for breast cancer cures before purchasing pink items.

Unless you have been under a rock for thousands of years, I am sure you have heard about breast cancer. “Breast Cancer Awareness” is not needed. What is needed? Support. Research. More research. Proper statistics for Stage IV.

In the two years since my diagnosis, I have come to realize that I am one of the lucky ones to have an amazing support system. I have family, friends, and a great local support group. I have come across people with MBC who have only Facebook support groups. No family. Few friends. No local support groups. This means they have to depend on taxis or public transportation to get to appointments. Some cities have special transport for cancer patients, but this is not a service available everywhere. They go through doctors appointments, treatments, all the exhausting and overwhelming information on their own. These people are stronger than I am. I’m not sure how to fix this. Local support groups are so important, but they also take a lot of work to get going and keep going. If you know someone who might not have much support, let them know that you are cheering them on. Have a box sent to them from one of the many breast cancer foundations out there. One of my favorites was the gift box from The Gracie Foundation. Ford Warriors In Pink has also given me some things that have helped. They funded a free year of meditation from Headspace and I have also received two weeks of free food from Green Chef (probably my absolute favorite box meal company, but oh so very expensive).

These are only two companies. There are many more out there that will send out small gifts to patients. Some nonprofits offer experiences rather than gifts. Send Me On Vacation is one that I can think of right off the top of my head. In any case, receiving an unexpected gift is always a spirit-lifting experience.

Research. Probably one of the most overlooked, kind of important things regarding metastatic breast cancer. MBC kills 100% of the people who have it. When it will get you is kind of up in the air. Some people go quickly and some metsters last for 20 years. It depends on how each person reacts to the available treatments.

I am not asking for research to stop on other types of cancer. All research is important. I just want more. I’m greedy like that. The hard part about this request is that every single person with cancer has a slightly different cancer. We can identify cancers due to where they start and how they behave. After that, it seems to be a guessing game. A person’s genetics can affect how treatments work. So can the makeup of the cancer. For breast cancer, that can be hormone (estrogen or progesterone) positive or negative. Some people are only positive on estrogen but not on progesterone and vice versa. The HER2 protein can play a role. About 1 in 5 cancer patients are HER2 positive.

With all these factors and more to consider, I understand why cancer research is hard. In the past few decades, we have drastically expanded our understanding of cancer. And it just isn’t enough. There is still so much more that we really don’t understand. There are studies going on that are really exciting and could lead to new treatments. If they are funded enough to continue their research. Organizations like Metavivor help to fund research. This is why I choose to donate my birthday to them every year. You can also give on their site or purchase something from their store with the proceeds going to help people like me.

The MBC Project is also working on research. In fact, if any mets sisters or brothers are reading this, get your butts in gear and sign up. They will ask for information as well as genetic material (spit and blood). Even if we will not benefit from it, this type of research could help future generations.

Statistics….

Metastatic breast cancer counts are off. The numbers should show as higher, but the majority of people who had been diagnosed with early stage BC are not counted in the MBC stats. Why? I have no idea. I can tell you that approximately 1 in 3 people diagnosed at an early stage will wind up battling for their lives later on with stage IV. Only about 5% of people originally diagnosed with BC are metastatic at the get go. By not counting the people who were diagnosed at early stages, this makes MBC seem insignificant. Rare, almost. Like a unicorn. Except it isn’t really a unicorn. It is a goat in disguise. More common than one would expect.

So, if you like pink, then buy it. I just ask that you consider where your “donation” is really going. It takes just a few screen presses to make sure your money really is making a difference. If you want the item anyway, go for it. All I ask is that you also consider helping in some way. Support. Research. Statistics.

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The Day

I have been working on blogs about my Paris adventure, but I wanted to put up a quick post for today.

A year ago today, I found out that my pain was definitely not caused by a pulled muscle. A year ago today, my life turned upside-down. A year ago today, Dr. C told me that I had metastatic breast cancer that had spread to my bones. Stage IV. No cure. A death sentence.

It isn’t an anniversary that I want to remember. I was in agony and losing weight. I had gotten to the point where I was having trouble walking. I was exhausted. I was angry.

My first thoughts were for my kids. I couldn’t leave them. Not yet. I very much want to see them grow up. I very much want to see what kind of humans they become. I also, maybe selfishly, very much want them all to remember me. Really remember me. Not just hear about me from other family members or friends.

After my diagnosis, I went downhill fast. I honestly thought I wasn’t going to make it to my birthday in October. I believe my children and my anger brought me through that time. The radiation treatments helped with my pain and my hormone treatments helped to get my cancer somewhat under control, but it was my children who got me through the other things. I thought of them as I forced food down my throat. I thought of them as I forced myself to reclaim my muscles and start walking again. I thought of them as the worst of my symptoms started to fade and now, a year later, I am not the skeletal, sickly, creature that cancer wants to make me.

Now, I enjoy eating again. I have been working on taming my garden that went out of control. I walked miles and miles in Paris. I took my oldest son to Disney World and Universal Studios. I walked a 5K, which I didn’t think I would be able to do again. I have hope that I now have years instead of months. I have met a lot of the goals that I set for myself last year at this time. Every time I cross one off, I get a feeling of vindication. Fuck you cancer.

Living with cancer means fighting everyday. I am a warrior.

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