Monday, August 27, 2018

Decisions about Surgery

I’ve been praying about and asking for prayers about making a decision for surgery and reconstruction. And through our prayers, I have reached a decision that I am comfortable with.  I’ve had countless conversations, done quite a bit of Googling, and had a few appointments to get the information I needed to figure out what to do.  

It’s been a process to get to this point.  Even when I look at my blog posts from earlier on this journey, I have come a long way in my feelings and understandings about my current situation. At first, I viewed the idea of surgery as “may as well get rid of them both and get a perkier set”.  Back then, I was almost in denial about the fact that my body, after surgery, would never be the same.  I assumed that if I did reconstruction, it would replace what I currently have and the replacements would be almost better.  But actually, I was wrong about that.  When you have a mastectomy, they take all the nerves, along with the tissue, so there is no feeling left when they’re done.  It took me several weeks to come to the conclusion that a new, perkier set with no feeling was definitely not an improvement from my current body.  In fact, it took me several weeks to realize that no matter which reconstruction option I chose, it would solely be for cosmetic purposes. 

My only chance to have any feeling was to keep the left breast because they didn’t give me the option of keeping the right.  They shared with me that my chances of ever fighting breast cancer again with a double mastectomy (actually called a bilateral mastectomy) was 5%.  Because I never hope to fight this again, the idea of a bilateral mastectomy was appealing.  I asked lots and lots of breast cancer survivors, as well as people in the prosthetic industry and my surgeon’s assistant about keeping one breast.  The overwhelming majority said that many women feel lopsided when they keep one breast.  Many women who reconstruct just one side feel unmatched.  Knowing myself and my fondness of symmetry, I decided to go with my gut and reduce my chances of ever fighting breast cancer again.  I am choosing to have a bilateral mastectomy. I am completely comfortable with the idea of removing both breasts.  My girls have served their purpose.  I’ve nursed two babies and quite frankly, they’ve seen better days.  The recovery for a single vs a double is not much different. More drains, but the recovery time and restrictions are the same.  I don’t think keeping one breast will bring me any comfort as I go through the emotional experience of losing one.  I feel like there’s more to be gained by having a bilateral mastectomy than there is by keeping one breast.  So coming to this decision wasn’t too difficult for me and I’m at peace with it.

Once I decided to have a bilateral mastectomy, I then began the decision-making process of whether or not to reconstruct.  I began this process by researching the options available to me if I decide to reconstruct.  To get my questions (over 3 pages of them) answered, I spoke to several breast cancer survivors, as well as met with a plastic surgeon that works with my breast surgeon.  I quickly discovered that there are 2 main choices.  You can use your own body fat or you can use synthetic materials.  In either case, at the time of the mastectomy surgery, they place expanders on top of the muscle, under the skin.  These expanders are then inflated after your body heals in an effort to stretch the skin back to the cup size of your liking. When you’ve been “expanded” you go in for a second surgery to remove the expanders and put in the body fat or saline/silicone.  Each of those options has its own drawbacks.  If I chose the synthetic materials (implants) I would have to undergo replacement surgery every 10-12 years.  Since I’m only 37, I could be looking at 3-4 or more future surgeries after this.  If I chose to use my body fat (the procedure is called diep flap) it is a permanent fix, no future surgeries required.  That being said, the diep flap surgery is a big one.  The surgeon said they “slice you from hip to hip” taking more flesh around the belly button.  During surgery, they reposition your belly fat and reattach the blood vessels to create new breasts.  It is a rough recovery, taking about 6 weeks with several restrictions.  To be honest, none of these options sounded very appealing to me.  I didn’t like the idea of more surgeries and more recovery time.  I also didn’t like the idea of foreign objects in my body. I didn’t like the idea that if my cancer reoccurred in my breast area, it may be more difficult to detect because of my reconstructed breasts.  

A third option is to go flat, which means you don’t reconstruct at all.  If I chose this option, I could live flat on a daily basis or I could wear prosthetic breasts during the day to give me the curves of a woman.  I researched this option by making an appointment at a prothesis store and by talking to a young girl who chose this option.  I got her information through my breast surgeon and she was so kind to answer all my personal questions when we spoke on the phone.  I asked my surgeon to put me in touch with someone who is young, did not reconstruct, but regularly wears prosthetics.  I have a few connections with people who did not reconstruct who live flat on a regular basis, but I knew for myself that if I chose this option, I would not want to live flat.  After my research, it seemed that for my personal situation, the main drawbacks of not reconstructing were mostly related to my own insecurities. If I didn’t choose to reconstruct, I worried about the impact it would have on my marriage.  I also worried about how comfortable I would be in my own skin.  I didn’t want to emerge from the shower feeling like I need to get dressed quickly because my body would be something I was ashamed to look at or let my family see. I worried how it would affect my girls that their Momma doesn’t have a body like everyone else’s Momma.  

By the time I got this far in my research, I told Ryan that I feel like I have to choose between bad and worse, but I just can’t figure out which is bad and which is worse.  I continued to pray and continued to deeply examine myself.  I felt so much pressure to decide what I could live with for the rest of my life. But the plastic surgeon and my breast surgeon’s nurse both told me that I don’t have to decide right now. Whatever I choose right now can be changed later.  The plastic surgeon even said that if I’m not completely comfortable with my choice, then don’t reconstruct.  He said that it only saves you one surgery of placing the expanders if you opt to wait and decide to reconstruct later.  

I mulled around the idea of going flat for now and allowing myself time to decide if I want to reconstruct later.  And to be honest, this thought set well with me.  If I go flat and can’t get used my new body or don’t like strapping on my prosthetics, then I can begin the process of reconstruction at that time.  If I go flat now and find that I am able to adjust to life with prosthetics, then I’m in a good place.  Honestly, I have a very strong feeling that this will be the case for me.  I have never been a girl who shows off my cleavage, so I don’t think I’ll have trouble dressing my new body.  Additionally, I’m the type of person that takes the time I need to process new situations and then once I “get over” my hesitations, I never look back.  I’m pretty black and white in that way.  So I think it will take me some time to feel comfortable in my own skin with no breasts.  But I know that there will be a day when I am completely at ease with my breastless body.   I’m no longer worried about how my kids will handle the change in my body.  Gracie and Hattie have shown me through this journey that they’re pretty resilient.  I know my flat chest will be different for them, but similar to my bald head, I think they’ll get used to my new body.  Ryan has been so supportive and honest through this journey and decision-making process.  Early on, I worried that I could make the wrong choice and it would negatively impact my marriage.  But I quickly realized that I married a very good man.  He adores me and wants me to do what’s best for me.  While I’m getting used to my new body and trying figure things out, Ryan will be doing the same thing.  Because we’ve had some deeply honest conversations through this process, I know that I can be open and honest with him and that he can be open and honest with me as we figure things out.  And that is comforting to me.  I no longer feel worried about how going flat will impact my marriage.  We both know that some things will be different and we’re both ready to stick together while we get adjusted to a new normal. 

For those of you who’ve made it this far in the post, thank you for reading.  I wanted to put into words the process I went through to make this decision.  I’ve been an open book through this journey because it’s just who I am.  If other people are in this situation in the future and can learn from my experience, I am happy to share.  I know there will be people who think I’m making the wrong decision, people who will judge my choices.  And that is okay, but know that I am completely confident that I’m doing what is best for me at this time.  I appreciate all of your prayers and support in this journey so far.  Please continue to pray for us as we anticipate the surgery in late October.  I should have a firm date soon.  Please pray for Gracie and Hattie because I think the first few weeks after surgery will be harder on them than they are on me.  I’ll have more specific prayer requests as that time gets closer.

Monday, August 13, 2018

Chemo #4

Today is round 4 and again, I'm ready!  It feels really good to know that today I have fewer chemo days ahead of me than behind me.  While this  journey hasn't gotten as horrible as I thought it would (yet), I am eager to get off the chemo rollercoaster.





The only reason I've been able to make it this far with a smile on my face has been because God has given me a spirit of confidence and peace on this journey.  He's also given me and my family an entire village of people to hold us up.  There's a song about being God's hands and feet... so, so many people in my life are exactly that to me.  God doesn't make us meals or take my girls for play dates, but you all do!  God doesn't send me kind texts out of the blue or stop me at church to see how I'm doing, but you all do.  God comforts me, through His word and through you all.  It's amazing and lovely.  A true blessing for me.  We sang one of my favorite hymns at church yesterday and the second verse brought me such comfort and truth.

How Firm a Foundation
verse 2

Fear not, I am with you, O be not dismayed
For I am your God and will still give you aid
I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand

For this blog post, I thought I'd update everyone in a different way than usual.  Rather than just sharing the side effects (which were mostly the same last round),  I thought I'd put together a list of things from the journey, so far.

1.  An Imodium a day keeps the diarrhea away (mostly).  For anyone who ever struggles with diarrhea through chemo, my secret weapon has been to take an Imodium after each stool.  It has been magic for me!  

2.  I am horrible at thank you notes.  Friends, I am a deeply thankful person, oftentimes thinking about the kindness shown to me at random times throughout the day and night.  I admire the gift that many of you have of sending cards and texts for no reason, other than just to let me know you care.  I feel humbled at how good y'all are at reaching out and embarrassed at how bad I am at reciprocating and/or showing gratefulness.  I have tried my hardest to keep up with thank you notes on this journey, but I am failing.  So I feel the need to say that whether or not you've received a thank you note is not a reflection of my gratitude.  Please know that I'm trying to get better at them, but it's not something I'm good at.

3.  My school and district are being super understanding and flexible with me now that I'm back at work.  Several of you have asked how this school year will go.  So teachers started back last week on Thursday and Friday.  I worked both days.  But because of chemo today, I'll be off work for the next 8 school days.  My white blood cells are their lowest until day 10.  For that reason, I'm planning to return to work on day 11 (next Thursday).  If I don't have any appointments or any icky days, I should be able to work for 7 school days before the next chemo.  My substitute is Mrs. Greene, our Pastor's wife.  She teaches preschool at our church in the mornings, but has always subbed in the afternoons.  She has graciously agreed to be available for my treatment/recovery days, as well as for a whole month after surgery.  I feel very fortunate to have Mrs. Greene covering for me!  I'm also super grateful that the district is allowing me to use my days, so I'll be paid for all the time I'm anticipating being gone.  I guess its a good thing I never used very many days for maternity leave (summer baby + job sharing baby = lots of saved days!)

4. My family has the best support system!  Seriously, the best!  I always knew that my village was awesome, but it became a bona fide, undisputed fact last night.  A very sweet girl from our church, Lillie, along with the help of her family and friends organized a spaghetti dinner and silent auction benefit to help our family with medical and other expenses.  To be completely honest, when they first approached me about having the event, I felt so humbled by the offer, but also a little bit uneasy about the idea.  Ryan and I have always been on the giving side of these types of events. The idea of having others give of their own time and money left me feeling unsure.  We have been on the receiving end of extreme generosity since I was diagnosed and to ask any more of our village was beyond my comprehension.  It's also important to note that another lesson God has been teaching me through this experience is that I need to be more generous of myself.  You all are teaching me that, showing me what it looks like.  But Lillie and her family are some of the most generous people I've ever known and they didn't let me stop them.  And I'm so glad they didn't!  The event raised over $6000, which is enough for 2 years of my out of pocket max for health insurance, but the money wasn't the only thing that overwhelmed us last night.  Ryan and I were both taken back by how many people showed up... for us.  I mean, it was so cool to see and feel the love from everyone!  It almost felt like our wedding reception!  Our cousin, aunt, and bonus aunt drove all the way down from Iowa/Nebraska to surprise us!  My handbell director from middle/high school drove in from Topeka.  My almost-birthday twin Kristy drove down from Maryville.  And a couple hundred friends/family in town were there to support us.  Y'all, it was humbling and awesome at the very same time!  It was a great way to spend Chemo Eve!  I found myself unable to speak multiples times last night because I was so overcome with emotion.  It's unlike me, but I was just blown away.  I'm so grateful God has placed me here, with you all, on this ride.  




5. Prayers work.  God hears the prayers of His people.  I wanted to share with you that after my last blog post, I wrote specifically about the fear that I'd been feeling and asked you guys to pray for me.  Within the next 24 hours, the fear had faded and I was back to trusting God to handle everything.  Thank you for the prayers.  They mean the most to me.


Please continue to pray for me.  Here are some specifics...
  • Pray that I do not require radiation.
  • Pray that God would lead Ryan and I to know what is best for me, reconstruction or going flat. 
  • Pray for my Ryan.  He is handling all of this so well, but I know it's difficult for him.  Pray that he would be able to feel joy, true joy, despite the stress of this situation.  
  • Pray that I will stay healthy, even though Gracie and I will be exposed to more germs at school.