Making Peace With Mastectomy Scars

personal young adult cancer stories

Personal young adult cancer stories are all over the internet these days.  Young people are coming forward, talking about what they’ve been through, and helping others who are facing the same things. Recently I stumbled across this first-hand account of young breast cancer and I immediately knew that I’d need to share it with you all.  This comes straight from Melanie over at The Underbelly.  She takes you through her entire diagnosis, treatment, reconstruction, and dealing with body image.  Maybe you had breast cancer and you see a lot of your own story in there, or maybe you had another type of cancer and can still relate to a lot of the hurt and challenges that she experienced.

That is what is so awesome about all of this young adult cancer story telling…we can learn from one another.  We can learn that we’re not alone, that we’ve been through something traumatic, but that there is rebirth out of the rubble.

“It has been the worst 5 years of my life, but I finally feel at home in my skin again. I feel sexy, confident, and proud of myself and my scars.”

Read the full article here.

Living Beyond Breast Cancer: The Fear of Missing Out

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After one cycle of IVF, egg retrieval and preservation, 6 rounds of chemo, and 2 surgeries I thought I was done missing out on all the fun. Turns out I was wrong once again. It’s like a sick trick. Each day of your fight, you use the end of treatment as your goal post, your milestone for success and completion. But once you get there, you realize that the end of treatment is only a rest stop in your never ending battle. A milestone worth celebrating for sure, but far from the end.

Many people don’t understand this. They think the end of chemotherapy or radiation marks the end of your fight. I can’t fault them for this misconception because a year and a half ago I too was uninformed. Unfortunately, this is one of the biggest misconceptions surrounding a cancer diagnosis — life after cancer and what it’s really like. Hormone blocking therapy, regular doctor’s visits and reconstructive surgeries and revisions will continue to be my reality for many months and years to come. I’m looking at 5-10 more years of maintenance treatment, all of which has everyday impacts on my life. Joint pain that limits the use of my thumb and dominate hand, hot flashes that keep me up at night, weight gain that impacts my self-esteem, and a plethora of other menopausal symptoms that impact my body from head to toe. So life is far from normal for me.

Despite the ongoing symptoms and struggles, I did what most survivors do post-treatment. I decided to make the most of this life I have to live. Cancer was a wakeup call to live in the moment and enjoy the things in my life that continue to bring me joy. I threw myself back into work, exercise, and my friendships. I took advantage of every opportunity to share my story and work on breast advocacy and awareness in my community. For the past 8 months since my last major surgery, my life has been a pretty amazing whirlwind. I received a promotion at work, grew my blog to new levels, traveled to Europe, collaborated with amazing organizations to spread awareness about young women with breast cancer and started the first Raleigh Young Women’s Breast Cancer Support Group. I even walked the runway in a World of Pink Fashion Show helping raise over $20,000 for women battling breast cancer in Long Island, NY.

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The more I invested of myself into these amazing causes, the more projects I took on, I began to hear a little voice in the back of my head warning me to slow down. I knew I needed to rest, take a breath, but things were moving so quickly and I didn’t want to miss out on a single opportunity. I’d spent enough time missing out while I was sick, this was my time to live! I wanted to help every young woman who came into my life and wanted to make a difference in the fight again breast cancer.

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And then the flu hit. Now some of you may be thinking It’s just the flu what’s the big deal. A few days off work, a few days in bed and you’ll be back to normal… but for me this was like treatment all over again. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder at its best. As I sat in the bathroom hugging the toilet, heaving, the chemo nightmares returned. The fear that I would never get better, and that everyone would move on without me took over my psyche. The fear of never recovering from this stage of physical misery snaked through my veins.

Though, a sane person like myself can differentiate the flu from chemo, the symptoms are actually quite similar and you can imagine how the memories flooded back like a song triggering long lost emotions. While reliving the worst days after chemo (and the dreaded Nuelasta shots), what I remembered the most was this sadness of feeling left out — forgotten. I was fearful and uncomfortable missing out on all the fun and the normal stuff. Sick in bed fighting for my life, while friends, family, and coworkers went about their days enjoying the everyday moments and adventures that life has to offer. I remember feeling alone in these emotions, selfish and confused.

Though almost a year of recovery and life beyond breast cancer has given me a sense of growth and perspective I can appreciate, I share these feelings today to let other women know that you are not alone. I share these feeling to remind you that the fight does not end on your final chemo day, or your final surgery day. When your physical battle wanes, your mental battle begins. You may want to make up for lost time, still fearful of missing out on the moments you used to take for granted. But, it is enough to just live! Sometimes I forget this trying to jump back into the full speed race I was in before. But I can’t maintain that pace. I had to get sick again to remind me to slow down, remind me yet again that I am not invincible and I have to take care of my body. In order to do this, I have to create a new path. One filled with balance, self-care, and gratitude. I may miss out things my friends, colleagues, and family will experience but I just have to believe that better things will be waiting for me around the next bend. Here’s to my new journey, my new path, and may it be a very long one!

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Originally published on mycancerchic.com

Interview With Cancer Survivor Wendy!

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Today we are continuing with one of our features, personal interviews! You can read our past interviews here. Today Lacuna Loft talks with cancer survivor, Wendy. She is a young metastatic breast cancer survivor who talks to us about her diagnosis, telling her son about cancer, living with terminal cancer, not being on a journey, and more!

Lacuna Loft:  When were you diagnosed and what is your diagnosis?

Wendy:  I late March of 2004 I was putting away clean socks in a drawer and bumped up against something hard and painful in my right breast. My husband of then 11yrs had been dealing with symptoms of blood in his stools and was trying to get a colonoscopy approval at the age of 39. I had just been to my yearly gynecologist visit 5 weeks prior with everything perfectly fine. I then tried to feel what this was and it appeared to be a large golf ball sized mass. Immediate panic insued and I called my husband. I was 35 years old with a 5 yr old son. After testing and many biopsy procedures, I was diagnosed with Stage IIIB IDC Her+2 ER+ Pr+ breast cancer. Tumors of almost 9cm total were hammered with 8 rounds of chemo, a bilateral mastectomy with TRAM Flap reconstruction, 25 sessions of rads and 5 years of Tamoxifen. While that was going on my husband was diagnosed within days of my diagnosis with Stage III B colonoscopy cancer. He underwent surgery to remove 18″ of his intestine and rectum with 12 sessions of chemo post op.

Five years after my initial dx in late August 2010 I was throwing the football with our then 12 yr old son and had intense shoulder pain. After a visit to the Orthopedic Dr. he told me that I needed to see an Orthopedic Oncologist as I had what appeared to be cancer throughout my entire right humerus. After the bone biopsy I was then diagnosed with Stage IV Metastatic breast cancer and given a grim outlook that I would never be cured and die from this. I underwent 15 rad sessions and was “clean” until I reluctantly agreed to a PET scan in February 2014 which detailed progression to the lungs and chest lymphs. My outlook became even more grim with odds that I would only have 6 months of quality life left. Our son was 14. Chemo, immunotherapy, scans ensued when further progression was discovered to my axilla. Fast forward to June 2016 and I am STABLE! Our son has just graduated from HS and off to The University of Dayton in August to pursue a degree in mechanical engineering. My husband has been clean since 2004 and is now treated as a regular 50 yr old!

LL:  How did you feel when you were first diagnosed (physically, mentally, emotionally)?

W:  At the first diagnosis I felt sooo defeated. “I cannot go through chemo, lose my hair and throw up all the time! I am way too young to have breast cancer!!!” Then my husband’s diagnosis came just days later and all I could think of was we cannot let our son be an orphan.

LL:  How did you choose to share your diagnosis with your children?

W:  In the beginning we just told our son that we were sick. Dad would have a big boo boo and mom would be taking stuff that would make her bald. Then vice versa. He did not really know the impact of the disease until my Metastatic diagnosis and them it sunk into him. He does not remember much from the first time or his dad. The impact of the teenage years is immense. Eventually he would be diagnosed with an eating disorder at age 16 which was robbing him of puberty, thriving and life. I got him back on track and he sees me just pushing through and that has taught him that no matter what you accept and move on.

LL:  Any words of wisdom to other young adult cancer survivor moms/parents out there?

W:  Be mindful and present as this moment is all that ANYONE is given so make the most of it good or bad. Accept and move on…it is very important to accept any feeling but you cannot dwell on it.

LL:  Who/what/where did you turn to for support?

W:  I first turned to support through what I considered friends…unfortunately most of us have been torn apart by reality of the relationships we “have”. My parents were so negative, judgmental, and toxic I had to estrange myself eventually after I dug deep internally and pulled myself out of alcoholism to realize they were my triggers. My social worker was a great help (I never opened up to professional help before) as were my oncology nurses. New spirits showed up in my life as I became more mindful and I began advocacy work in both caregiving and patient peer to peer support. I am also a huge advocate for metastatic breast cancer spreading awareness, education and helping to raise research dollars that REALLY GO TO RESEARCH!

LL:  What (if any) additional outlets could you have used/turned to that you do not feel you had at the time?

W:  Doctors and medical staff are very cryptic and vague in talking with metastatic patients. I wish they would engage more into the the entire patient not just medical findings (if they can’t cure it they do not know it entirely). They too could learn something. I have opened up my medical team to many areas to investigate that they may not have even considered. Listen to us…

LL:  Could you describe how your husband’s cancer affected your own cancer experience?

W:  You must accept the circumstances put forth and dig deep to find solutions that are fluid as life is full of challenges, surprises, and small victories. I experienced much judgement from those outside our relationship which was extremely hurtful but you must shut the noise out and focus on what it is important to you. Taking care of yourself first is most important, as if you are not ok you cannot help anyone else. The really surprising result of his bout with cancer was his reaction to me being terminal. Not at all what you would think in fact I am more alone than ever in our relationship and have created my own life and supportive relationships to help me pull through each moment. My mantra of 2015 has given me so much strength…”Expectations breed limitations.”

LL:  Who was your most supportive caregiver during your cancer experience?

W:  I have a small circle of trusted support each bringing different gifts of strength. All are new in my life and from many different aspects of my being. Be present always as bright stars fall from the sky and you may not even be aware of the treasurers that await you.

LL:  What kinds of things did you do to distract yourself when you were going through treatments (either at home or at the hospital… Or both)?

W:  During my first diagnosis work defined me so I continued to be functional (yes working remotely while the poison was going through my veins). Our son was another welcome distraction but my husband’s cancer was a very different distraction. My terminal diagnosis has brought fitness, nutrition, peer to peer support, and metastatic breast cancer awareness and education. I am much more mindful and truly try to be present as I have always been a person checking off lists and rushing through life. I am also on SSDI which has proven to be a great blessing.

LL:  Could you describe how sharing your story has affected your journey with Cancer?

W:  I call this my LIFE as I am not on a journey nor am I in a battle. Sharing has made me truly happy. This cancer was placed upon but I can use my experience to help others and hopefully help to move research in the direction of not putting us metastatic patients our to pasture to die. I enjoy showing people that cancer does not have to be an automatic death sentence even if you are diagnosed terminal as I am. I exude energy and life and encourage others to try and do the same.

LL:  Where are you now in your journey with Cancer?

W:  Currently I am stable with treatment every 3 weeks, scans 3-4 months while celebrating my 6th year living with stage IV metastatic breast cancer. Joyfully Celebrating a milestone I thought I would never see-my son graduated and off to college!

LL:  What do you like to do in your spare time?

W:  What spare time? I am busier now than I have EVER been! I enjoy taking some time for myself through exercise, turning inward and being present through many different and often new activities.

LL:  Could you talk a bit about your work advocating for metastatic Breast Cancer survivors?

W:  Advocacy brings me an abundance of fulfillment and joy, I have never thought or muttered the words “WHY ME?”. Why not me? If I have been challenged with this, let me turn this into something that gives back!!!

LL:  What “words of wisdom” and/or advice would you give any young adult facing Cancer?

W:  There is no “I can’t because…” Be present, mindful and most of all practice gratitude. There is always something to be grateful in the day and it is UNFAIR TO COMPARE!”

Thank you for sharing your story with us, Wendy!

Are you a young adult cancer survivor or caregiver?  Interested in being interviewed by Lacuna Loft?  Let us know!  We’d love to hear from you!

Interview With Cancer Survivor Nadia!

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Today we are continuing with one of our features, personal interviews!  You can read our past interviews here.  Today Lacuna Loft talks with cancer survivor, Nadia.  She is a young breast cancer survivor who talks to us about her diagnosis, her support system, sharing her diagnosis, her fertility journey, and so much more!

Lacuna Loft: When were you diagnosed?

Nadia:  I was diagnosed January 2, 2014 with Estrogen/Progesterone/HER2-neu positive Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, more commonly referred to as Triple Positive Breast Cancer. Originally my doctors thought I was stage I, maybe stage II, based on the mammogram/ultrasound/MRI/biopsy findings. However, during my bilateral mastectomy, the breast surgeon found a second smaller tumor, precancerous cells throughout my breast, and cancer in my lymph nodes. She removed 15 lymph nodes to test them all for cancer. Pathology showed cancer in 6 of those lymph nodes and with all this information I was swiftly “upgraded” to stage III and was told that I could possibly have stage IV breast cancer. Thankfully, my PET scan came back clean and I never thought I would be so happy to “just” have stage III cancer. After a few weeks of recovery from my surgery, I started 4.5 months of chemo – 4 rounds of Adriamycin (a.k.a. the Red Devil) and Cytoxin, and 12 rounds of Taxol with the immunotherapy, Herceptin. I would take Herceptin for a full year and during that time we would add another immunotherapy, Perjeta, to go along with it. After the 4.5 months of chemo finished, I did 1.5 months of full-breast radiation. During this whole time, I was also undergoing the painful and complex reconstruction process with tissue expanders, which would be exchanged with implants almost a year after radiation finished to maximize the chance for the radiated skin to heal properly. After radiation completed, I also started hormone therapy treatments, which I have to do for at least 10 years. These medications essentially put me into daily menopause and I constantly deal with the symptoms and side effects of depleting my body of estrogen, such as bone loss, muscle and joint aches and pains, hot flashes, and many other extremely unpleasant and frustrating issues to be dealing with at such a young age.

LL: How did you feel when you were first diagnosed (physically, mentally, emotionally)?

N:  I had just turned 31 when I was diagnosed and had no family history. I lived an extremely healthy life as a Forester that hikes every day in steep, mountainous terrain for work. Snowboarding, splitboarding, telemark skiing, mountain biking, and hiking were just some of the activities that were a part of my normal routine. I never felt sick, I just happened to find a lump, so I was shocked when I found out that I had cancer. My husband and I live in California, but my family and his parents were back in New England. When we found out that my treatments would take a minimum of 10 months, we decided to move back east to have the support of our family and seek care at the Dana Farber Cancer Institute – growing up with the Jimmy Fund so deeply interwoven into the fabric of MA, there was just no other place I wanted to be when I heard those words, “You have cancer.” I was terrified, and was completely uprooting my life to enter the unknown. That initial period when everything was so new and I didn’t have a treatment plan was the worst. I felt like my life had spiraled out of control and there were so many scary decisions to make. Lumpectomy or mastectomy? Keep the healthy breast or remove it to minimize the chance for new primary breast cancers? Reconstruction or not? Then there were the things that I didn’t really have a choice in. Chemo, radiation, immunotherapies, hormone therapies. Of course I had a choice, but not really if I wanted to accept the standard of care for my diagnosis and give myself the best chance for survival.

There were also the implications the treatments could have on my fertility. The chemo regimen I was given is notorious for permanently and negatively affecting ovarian function. My husband I were hoping to start our family when I was diagnosed, so this news was a complete shock. We were catapulted into fertility consults and IVF cycles to harvest some of my eggs prior to chemo. The process was confusing and overwhelming. To add to all that, there was also the complication regarding what we would do with the embryos we were able to freeze. Because my cancer is hormone driven, and those hormones spike during pregnancy, my doctors wanted me to do years of hormone therapy before allowing me to try and get pregnant. We had offers from both our sisters to be gestational carriers, but they are both older than us, so if we went that route we would have to move fairly quickly. To this day, the fertility issues have been some of the hardest struggles of my cancer diagnosis and treatment.

LL:  Can you share more about your fertility journey?

N:  We recently tried to use the embryos we got from the pre-chemo IVF with my sister-in-law as a gestational carrier, but the embryo did not take and we lost our remaining embryos. It all happened so fast – we went from 7 embryos and 7 chances to 1 to none in 2 weeks. All this time, for the last 2.5 years, I knew this was a possible and probable outcome, I just didn’t bother thinking about it because we had these frozen chances. These frozen chances represented SO much hope and possibility for a life where cancer would lose its vain attempt at taking control of everything in our lives. And just like that, those chances were wiped away. Cancer just takes so much from you.

We are still wrapping our heads around all of this. I suppose all hope is not lost, but that’s a BIG unknown. My doctor has mentioned changing my hormone therapy to give me the chance to see if still have ovarian function and eggs to harvest. If I have viable eggs, there would also be a possibility for natural pregnancy in a few years after I’ve gotten enough hormone therapy under my belt for my doc to feel comfortable allowing that. And of course there are other options, like egg donors or adoption. I really just wanted this to work so our life didn’t have to be so complicated (minus the complications a baby brings into your life of course – but less complicated in the crappy medical-cancer way, which of course is no guarantee either). For now we are just trying to process what happened. For the life of me, I cannot understand how this became our life. I do not understand how we got here. I was there for the last 2 and a half years, I know what happened to me, to us, but at the same time, it seems like a dream, or rather, a nightmare. Someone else’s life. But it’s ours. And while we are devastated from this recent loss, there are still so many things to be grateful for. An amazing, loving, supportive husband. Two amazing families that have supported us through all of life’s challenges. Incredible friends. A sweet, sweet doggie. Dream jobs. A beautiful home and food on the table.

LL: Who/what/where did you turn to?

N:  My husband has been my rock. He was by my side every. single. step. Every doctor’s appointment, every treatment, every scan, every test. Everything. My parents, my sisters and their families, all of my in-laws, extended family, friends. I was lucky to have a lot of support. We lived with my family during all of the treatments, bouncing between my parents’ and sisters’ houses. My friends and co-workers in California would send me care packages all the time. My nieces and nephews were extra supportive in the way that only kids can be. They would often ask me how I was feeling and as long as the answer wasn’t terrible, the next question was when could we start playing. So I did a lot of playing and coloring and in that way, they kept my husband I sane.

I also had an amazing medical team. In addition to the doctors, I sought acupuncture, massage, reiki, and therapy. My therapist helped me process all the complex and overwhelming emotions I was experiencing, and helped me understand the nature of my diagnosis, treatments, and repercussions. She helped bring to light issues that weren’t even on my radar, so that I was more prepared to deal with them when they did arise. I knew that I didn’t know what I was doing and that there were professionals that knew so much about this experience, so I did not hesitate to ask for help.

I also turned to other women in my shoes, some walking the path at the same time as me, and others further along the path. These women kept me sane. I mostly connected with these women on Facebook, in secret groups and we literally chatted all day, every day, and even every night when we couldn’t sleep from the steroids or other drugs. Some women I “met” on the breastcancer.org site, and others I met through the Young Survival Coalition. I’ve since met many of these women in-person and I can’t tell you how special those meetings are.

LL: What kinds of things did you do to distract yourself when you were going through treatments (either at home or at the hospital… Or both)?

N:  My husband I joke that Candy Crush got us through cancer. Seriously, we played a lot of Candy Crush. Lot’s of Netflix. 24, Orange is the New Black, House of Cards, Game of Thrones. As I said earlier, I also played a lot with my nieces and nephews. I remember one day, my sister left for work and I was coloring with my niece. When she returned hours later, we hadn’t moved. She asked, “Have you seriously been coloring all day??” Yep. And we had so much fun doing it…Because my husband and I had been out of New England for 10 years, we travelled around a lot, visiting friends and family that we rarely see. We also spent a LOT of time with our dog, a golden retriever/chow mix named Chowder. He was my walking companion, and got me up and moving every day during treatments. I actually have a lot of fond memories from that time. I mean, who else can have unlimited time to spend with their family at age 31 without having to go to work? I was lucky to work for someplace that could give my husband and I the time off to deal with the cancer treatments and have the support we had in general.

LL: How did you decide to start blogging about your experiences?

N:  There was no way I could keep my diagnosis a secret. My husband and I were taking significant time off from our jobs and moving across the country. So I decided early on to just be open about it. It was going to be more stressful to keep it from people. My sister-in-law started a posthope.org webpage for me to easily keep friends and family updated. I never intended to blog about it, but many people interpreted my updates as blogging and before I knew it my site had been shared with many, many people. Sometimes that was overwhelming to me, but most of the time I just thought if I could educate some people about my experience, or help someone in a similar boat, then it would be worth being so open about my experience.

LL: Have you found support in unlikely places since your diagnosis?

N:  I have, in many ways. Early-on I was connected to other survivors that were complete strangers to me, through family members of mutual friends. These women helped me through the early, terrifying stages surrounding diagnosis. I will never forget their honesty, kindness, and compassion and I vowed that I would pay it forward and help other women down the road if I could. Since then I have connected with some women online, exchanging emails and phone numbers and making myself available for all the questions that arise when facing this diagnosis and treatment path. Unfortunately, I have also filled this role with a very close friend of mine, but I’m happy I can help her.

I also found myself in a situation where a complete stranger played a pivotal role in helping my recovery. I was concerned about having a quiet place to recover from my surgery since both of my sisters have small children and my parents’ house was closed for the winter. My best friend’s mom’s best friend’s step-mom offered us her condo in Boston since she was out of town for the winter. (In case you haven’t noticed, there is a theme of people leaving the bitter cold of a New England winter). Her place was so beautiful and peaceful, overlooking the Boston Harbor and providing us with the respite we needed so that I could heal comfortably. I will never forget her generosity.

LL: Could you describe how sharing your story has affected your journey with Cancer?

N:  I found that sharing my story has allowed me to process my own thoughts and emotions better, and feel less isolated. My posthope.org site allowed me to connect with people that supported me, and I really needed those cheerleaders through my long and arduous course of treatments. It also makes me feel better to think that by sharing my story, I could make someone else feel less isolated or make their experience just a little bit easier. There are so many issues unique to being a young adult with cancer – relationships, fertility, body image, career, identity – with cancer being much more prevalent in older adults, there just aren’t as many resources to help young adults navigate these difficult and confusing issues. If my story can help others realize that they are not alone in those experiences, then maybe some good can come from my stupid cancer.

LL:  Have you encountered any misconceptions around breast cancer and cancer in young adults?

N:  There are also a lot of misconceptions surrounding breast cancer, especially in young women. For starters, I didn’t even realize young women could get breast cancer in the first place! I also didn’t realize how many different kinds of breast cancer there are – every woman’s diagnosis and resulting treatment can be so different, it’s really hard to make comparisons. Treatments can permanently affect fertility. Mammograms do not necessarily save lives. Young women typically have dense breast tissue and mammograms are notorious for not detecting cancer in these women (my mammogram, ultrasound, and MRI did not find my second tumor, precancerous cells, or affected lymph nodes!). Young women without family history also typically do not receive regular mammogram screenings because, you guessed it, they’re too young. Early detection does not necessarily save lives. 30% of all early-stage breast cancer patients advance to terminal, stage IV cancer. And the standard of care does not screen or scan breast cancer patients for stage IV cancer because many false positives or false negatives can result, causing undue anxiety and stress when there is still nothing that can be done to save a stage IV patient’s life. Hopefully that will change (soon please!) with medical advancements. Many “pink” products to raise money for breast cancer research contain toxic chemicals and hormone disruptors that may actually contribute to breast cancer, so it is important to be vigilant about pinkwashing and think before you pink (a phrase coined by Breast Cancer Action). And the HUGE breast cancer walks (think Avon and Susan G. Komen) donate very little to stage IV research, which is what we need so women stop DYING from this UGLY, NOT-BEAUTIFUL-PINK DISEASE. These are just a few things that I was unaware of, so if I can help increase awareness about these things by sharing my story, I will do so.

LL: Where are you now in your journey with Cancer?

N:  I finished my chemo and radiation in 2014 and my immunotherapies and reconstruction in 2015. I had to tweak my hormone therapies a few times and made the last drug change at the end of 2015, so I’m adjusted to those medications finally. I was off work for all of 2014 and worked part-time through most of 2015. In October of 2015, I went back to work full-time and am just working on figuring out my new “normal.” It’s not always easy, but it is a work in progress. When I was first diagnosed, I remember thinking that I would do my surgery and treatments in 2014 and never think about cancer again. Little did I know that cancer would become deeply ingrained into every aspect of my life. It definitely doesn’t define me, and I would like to say that it doesn’t control me or dictate my life, but it sort of does. There are many moments and some days when I don’t think about cancer at all, and I hope those moments and days become more and more frequent as time goes on.

LL: What “words of wisdom” and/or advice would you give any young adult facing Cancer or another life-threatening illness?

N:  It’s ok to be scared, it’s ok to ask for help. Seek out a therapist experienced in issues common to young adults with cancer. Treatments can cause depression. If you are experiencing depression, it’s ok to take medication – you might only need to be on it for a short time to help get you out of it. The struggle is REAL. You are not alone, no matter how much it feels like it, especially when all your peers are doing normal things like going to college, advancing their careers, travelling the world, getting married, having children. Trust your gut and know that you are your own best advocate – if a treatment recommendation doesn’t sit well with you, ask questions until you understand it and make a decision that you can live with. Know that being positive isn’t all sunshine and unicorns and rainbows. It can be as simple as picking your head up and moving forward every day. And being nice to the people around you. It’s ok to be mad and sad and scared and hopeful all at the same time. There is a roller coaster of emotions that accompanies cancer. Just acknowledge and experience each one and let it pass. You can’t control much, but you can allow yourself to feel what you’re feeling without beating yourself up about it. And know that it does eventually become a little bit better. It will always suck and it will always be scary, but it can also become a little bit better.

Thank you for sharing your story with us, Nadia!

Are you a young adult cancer survivor or caregiver?  Interested in being interviewed by Lacuna Loft?  Let us know!  We’d love to hear from you!

Swimwear After Breast Cancer

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Shopping for a bathing suit can bring even the most confident woman to tears, so just imagine how that experience is magnified when shopping for swimwear after breast cancer. No matter what your body type, shopping for a bathing suits has to be one of the most frustrating experiences — right up there with shopping for jeans. As a breast cancer survivor, my body is not what is once was and nothing quite fit like it used to. My breast have been removed and expanders now reside where those soft lumps once perched. In addition to my missing breasts, I am sporting long scars that stretch diagonally across each chest wall and my armpits are now deep caverns where breast tissue used to fill. As summer approached, my itsy bitsy bikinis lay taunting me from my closet drawer. Coming to terms with my new body has been hard enough, I just didn’t feel comfortable climbing into one of those bikinis just yet. So, what would I wear!? I refused to avoid all the water fun that summer brings and I wanted something that would still make me feel like the fun, confident 28 year old I am. So, I dragged my butt to the stores and began the hunt for swimsuits that would help me find some semblance of body confidence during this awkward time.

Anything with underwire or “cups” was out because my chest no longer has a shape that will fill out a cup and the underwire digs into my scars and sensitive chest wall. My slowly swelling expanders were having none of those perfectly formed shapely tops and needed a soft stretchy surrounding instead. So, I turned my attention to one-piece suits with halters and no forced chest shapes. Anything to take the attention away from my awkward side/top boob and lots of ruching to disguise my chemo 10 (a cousin of the freshman 15). I am happy to report that I have been very successful on this hunt and I wanted to share this knowledge with my fellow survivor in the same boat.

Check out these survivor-friendly suits and let me know which styles work for you!

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Welcome Nicole!

Lacuna Loft is excited to continue introducing more young adult voices! These great folks represent a variety of perspectives on the myriad of topics covered here at Lacuna Loft. Before everyone starts really getting into the nitty-gritty of all they have to say, we wanted to introduce them a bit. Without further ado, here is Nicole!

Hello! I am a wife and mother of two, and in May 2014 I was diagnosed with ER+/PR+ HER2+ breast cancer. I was 34 years old and in the third trimester of my second pregnancy. In addition to being a wife, mother, and breast cancer survivor, I am also a daughter, niece, co-worker, and friend. All the people on the other side of those roles I fill, came together in their own way to pull me through my treatment as my support system. My treatment was comprised of chemotherapy, surgery, and radiation. The diagnosis brought my life and plans and dreams to a screeching halt in so many ways.

In addition to the typical and predictable issues those going through cancer treatment face, I also had a bloodclot in my SVC that made me sort of famous within my treatment team. That totally cemented my title of That Girl. After that little sidetrack in the midst of chemotherapy, I decided to start sharing my story on a personal blog, All About My Girls. I am hoping to help others going through a difficult time looking for those who might have walked that path before. I am excited to be a contributor here at Lacuna Loft to extend those efforts to more people!

Soar Like An Eagle, Never Give Up

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Why me? I can’t! How will I get through this? I am not strong enough. I am not brave enough. This is too much to endure!

These are things that went through my head when I was battling breast cancer. These are things I hear my survivor/lifer sisters say on the daily. When you go through something that is too much for you both mentally and physically, no matter what that may be for you. You feel like you are being pushed to the breaking point. You feel like this is some sick joke, thinking, what did I do to deserve this. At least I had those thoughts from time to time. But I sure have learned a lot along the way. When you think you can’t, more often than not, you actually can. It may hurt like hell and it may break you in more ways than one. But the mind is more powerful than you may think. I learned that all those thoughts in my head were not true. Why me? Because now I am passionately helping others. My story is worth every grueling moment each time I hear that it has helped someone in some way. I did get through it. I was strong enough. I was brave enough. And you would not believe how much the mind and body can actually endure!

Chemo, seven surgeries, horrible medications with long-lasting, debilitating side effects, weight loss, weight gain, weight loss, the loss of muscle mass and so on…. I was weak and had zero energy. My side effects made it hard to get back into shape or even get out of bed sometimes. My bones and joints were so painful. I decided since I made it through all that and was still alive. Hell, let’s make it worth it! So I decided to go on a 5 day hike in Montana. It was the most amazing and brutal trip I ever went on. We hiked roughly 4 miles a day. My pack was over half my weight and I could feel my spine crushing under the weight. I remember repeating to anyone who would listen to just throw me to the bears. This was too much!! It was excruciating and exhausting. They put me in the lead because I was becoming the weakest link. Never leave a man behind! They didn’t give up on me. They believed in me. So every moment when I couldn’t go on I would tell myself. If you can beat cancer, you can climb this damn mountain! So each summit I came to each day, it was one of the most incredible feelings ever.

When I tell a story about me, of course there is NEVER a dull moment. Along the way one day I was sprayed with bear mace. We had just scaled a rock wall and the guide in front of me had the bear mace on his belt. The can was punctured and I was right behind him, down wind naturally. I remember thinking how excited I was, that I was going to take the biggest breath of fresh air when I get to the top! Not knowing what had happened, suddenly, my face, neck and arms were on fire. Eyes watering, nose running and the most horrible headache ever! In that moment all I wanted to do was throw myself off the cliff! Then I heard the guide yelling, “stand back the can of mace was punctured”, and that breath of fresh air turned out to be not so fresh and was that darn can of mace! Fast forward past the grueling part. My team asked me if I wanted to go back down. We had one more summit to climb and we were halfway there. I could barely see and my head was throbbing. I said what the hell, bring it on! So we climbed to the second summit. Right as I took the last few steps, I carefully checked my surroundings making sure I was clear from all toxic chemicals flying through the air. Closed my eyes and finally took that breath. Right as I opened my eyes a bald eagle soared above my head so close I could almost reach out and touch it! Every brutal second was worth that very moment.

So here is the lesson…. For me personally, I have found the blessing in every tragedy. For instance, my father died drinking and driving. I am always designated driver, I wake up without hangovers and I save a lot of money! It is a hard pill to swallow to say there was a blessing in my father’s death. But that is the brutal reality. I have learned to embrace the madness. I miss my father dearly but I know it was the way it was supposed to be.

Getting cancer has given me the most amazing, incredible life long friends. It has given me a platform to help others with their health and happiness. It woke me up and showed me that before cancer I wasn’t really living. Now my life is incredible and I constantly see through rose-colored glasses. So many other tragic lessons I have learned throughout my life. And every single heartache, every single painful moment, every single time I thought I couldn’t go on or didn’t want to go on, I somehow found a way and was rewarded with a beautiful lesson.

I have lost many friends to this devil disease and will continue to lose more. But every single person I lost, taught me something. When you watch your friend die and there is nothing you can do, it is the most painful thing ever. My friend Toni, who passed a year ago, told me she was glad it was her and not me. I argued with her and told her she was crazy. But she said suck it up. This is the way it goes sister.  She told me she was passing on the torch. That I would do something so great. My friend Amber who passed a few months back was a powerhouse. I was upset that I couldn’t do anything. That I wish it were me that was dying. She told me to get the hell over it. This was our fate. I was to continue to be a voice for those who no longer can. She left this world knowing it was meant to be.

As I type this I can hardly see the keys as I remember those moments before they passed. These women believed in me when I didn’t. They gave me the courage to push myself out of my comfort zone and believe in myself. I don’t know how in the world I will be able to fill the shoes of those incredible women. All I know is to tell my story and hope that I will keep their spirit and hearts going. I hope that I will somehow make a difference.

Whatever you are doing now. Just close your eyes. Take a deep breath and picture yourself on that mountain. That mountain could be anything. Walking from your room to the bathroom sink, finally lifting your arm after your surgery, walking away from a negative situation, getting that promotion, helping someone in need, celebrating a milestone…. They sky is the limit and we all have different mountains, some bigger than others. When you are in the moment of your tragedy, you will feel like you can’t go on. You will feel like giving up, but hold on just a bit longer.

Don’t go back down the mountain when you are so close to the sky. Maybe you will reach that summit and be able to hug the clouds and watch that eagle soar. Or even better, maybe you will be that eagle. Holding your head high, with the wind in your face watching the beautiful world below.

How Will I Know?

This post is brought to us by Jennifer!  If you missed her interview with Lacuna Loft, you can find it here!  You can find all of her posts here.

I recently relocated to a state several hours away from where I’ve lived for the past 14 years. In my old state, my cancer state, I was well ensconced into my cancer community, giving speeches, writing for local publications, and making my presence known. My coworkers knew my situation, accepted it, and embraced me. But now, I’ve yet to divulge my cancer past to my new friends and current employers and I wonder if they notice the subliminal differences between me and other women they know. Have they Googled my name? How will I know how much they know? How do they view me? In awe or with pity?

Am I so dissimilar than other women? Do I appear stronger, or do I seem anxious or fragile? Are there more lines etched in my brow than most women my age?

Do I look like someone who had cancer? To me the signs are obvious but am I really an accurate representation of the women who have been marketed on thousands of products and advertisements? Am I damaged goods or a force to be reckoned with? Does a glimpse of one of my scars or tattoos beg questioning? Will they ask? Will I tell the truth? Do they wonder why I draw on my eyebrows?

Do I fit the image of a survivor? Or do I seem a victim? Do I appear happier than the average person? Do I seem more grateful or can you see the edge of bitterness I try so hard to hide because a disease barged into my life, uninvited, taking my breasts, and with them my innocence?

I wonder if they would they be surprised if I told them all of it; all of the pain behind the pink.

How would they view me?

Welcome Eden!

Lacuna Loft is excited to continue introducing more young adult voices! These great folks represent a variety of perspectives on the myriad of topics covered here at Lacuna Loft. Before everyone starts really getting into the nitty-gritty of all they have to say, we wanted to introduce them a bit. Without further ado, here is Eden!

I am a passionate cancer and wellness advocate and I have a huge love affair with life. I was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 31 and I have learned that life will throw you some insane punches! You just gotta duck and weave. Although sometimes you are not gonna be fast enough and you will get smashed in the face. It will hurt like hell. Just get back up and keep those gloves up! And if you can’t, get back up and have someone else put the gloves on for you to throw some hits. Check it out, wise advice in just a few sentences! Free therapy at it’s finest! You’re welcome!

You can find Eden’s youtube channel here!

You Are Not Alone

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Going through something tough? Feel alone? Well, you don’t have to be. In the Internet Age, if you have a computer and Internet access, you can connect with another human being twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year.  Anytime you want, you can have access to tech-support for the soul, and chances are, there is someone going through the exact same thing you are right now. And if multiple people are going through the same thing as you, then there is a strong chance there exists a free, online support group for people trying to overcome your same set of challenges. If there’s not, then you can build one, and they will come.

But being open about your problems and personal weaknesses is much easier said than done. I didn’t even tell my own family about my cancer diagnosis until two months after my diagnosis. And I didn’t tell most of my friends about it until four months after my diagnosis. When I first found out about the cancer, I just thought I could power through it on my own. I didn’t want to tell my mom because she still had an exposed nerve about losing my dad to cancer, and I didn’t want her to have to worry about losing me the same way. And generally, I was just embarrassed about being sick and needing help.

Because of my own pride, I didn’t even join a support group until six months after my diagnosis because the ones I had found were through Facebook and I was afraid if I joined, everyone would know.

Finally, I reached my low point emotionally. The chemo was not really doing anything to shrink the cancer. I felt terrible all the time, and I needed the support of people who were going through what I was going through and who had been through what I had been through.

I was in a unique position because we were living as expats in England at the time, so I didn’t really have much of a community around me for support. I had a handful of solid friends spread across the UK, I had my amazing husband and adorable daughter, but at the time, for the most part I just felt like misery, party of one.

So I mustered my courage and joined two online support groups: Younger Breast Cancer Network and Berkshire Breast Cancer Support Group. Both of these groups were great for different reasons.

The Younger Breast Cancer Network was great because it was a large and active online community. You could post a question or comment and have twenty responses in five minutes. For the most part, everyone was very positive and encouraging, and it felt good to be part of a group of women who were so fun, young and alive, while going through the same things as me. I spent a lot of time interacting with this community while I finished my treatment.

The Berkshire Breast Cancer Support Group was smaller and less active online, but it was this group that showed me how powerful online support groups can truly be.

Because my husband and I did not have a lot of friends in our community, our daughter also did not have a lot of friends in the community. She went to a posh preschool three days a week, where she had some friends that she could play with, but we were generally snubbed by the parents there because my husband drove a white van and a falling-apart Fiat and wore dirty overalls to drop our daughter off with all the dads in suits.

Our only social interaction with the parents was at birthday parties to which her whole class was invited, and then people mainly just stuck to talking to the people they knew, and the hosts would hardly say ‘hi’ and ‘goodbye’.

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The Birthday Girl

When it came time for my daughter’s birthday, I wanted to throw her a nice party because in the back of my mind I wanted to make the celebration memorable because I didn’t know how many more birthdays I’d live to see. I rented the local sports hall and one of those inflatable play structures and I let her pick the theme of “Under the Sea”.

Then I sent out invitations to her class, and immediately I got a lot of ‘no’ responses. I was gutted. One of the moms informed me another child from the class was having a party on the same day to which my daughter had not been invited. She was one of four other kids from a class of twenty-six who had not been invited to the little boy’s party. I cried a lot about it. It was one thing for adults to choose not to spend time with other adults, but to do that to children? It seemed pretty heartless. Especially when we went to another child’s birthday party, and the little boy whose party she had not been invited to was wanting to play with our daughter the whole time.

After a couple of hours of wallowing in self-pity, I decided to invite my support groups to the party. It seemed like a waste to cancel it, and it seemed like a sad reminder of how friendless we were to have a party in a big sports hall with just five children. Because the YBCN was made up of members from all over the UK, none of them actually lived close enough to attend the party. However, the Berkshire group was made up of ladies who lived locally, and they really saved the day. Especially Lucy Price and Rosalind Ansell, who brought children and other mothers to the party.

It was so touching, I cried again. I will always be grateful for that kindness.

If I hadn’t joined those groups, it would have been a lot more emotionally difficult to get through my treatment, but in the end, I left both groups. Partly because we moved back to the States and they were UK-specific groups, and partly because it was hard to continue to think about cancer when all I wanted to do was not have cancer anymore. Especially in the YBCN, around the time I finished treatment, several of the women who had been diagnosed around the same time as me died. That’s the nightmare, the one you never wake up from, and even though I wanted to stay in to be strong for people who were just starting their journey…I just couldn’t.

There are some of my fellow survivors from those sites who I stay connected with through Facebook and Twitter, and it does my heart good to see them living, really living, and moving forward from this awful disease.

And while I am no longer active in support groups, cancer remains an inexorable part of my life. Now I have Lacuna Loft as a platform through which to connect with other survivors, and I am in a better place physically and emotionally, and full of new-found wisdom like the fact you should never be afraid to share your fears or weaknesses with someone else, and you should always ask for help when you need it.

As long as you have Internet access and a computer, you never have to be alone.

You never have to be alone.

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