Holey Mackerel. Fifteen months ago, this port was inserted in my “good” breast to enable chemo to flow into my system. The port itself is about a half an inch thick and an inch in diameter. The tube is 23 cm long. Hard to ignore, but as I have done all along, I just focussed on the positive. This was a necessary “evil” and I just had to roll with the punches. The kind doctor who removed the port, cleaned it off so that I could photograph it. Loved his Irish lilt.
So, another chapter on this breast cancer journey ends. Friends keep telling me how brave I have been. Trust me, it has nothing to do with bravery. You just do what you have to do. I think that my secret to staying sane and positive throughout was to take each step one day at a time. Before the mastectomy, I focussed only on that and how I would need to rearrange my life to adapt. I didn’t even think about chemo, radiation or anything else. Once that was over (and it really wasn’t that bad), then I concentrated on the next step: chemo. One step at a time, one day at a time. That way your journey is that not overwhelming at all. Two of my dear friends have lost their lives to cancer in the past month. How fortunate am I that I am alive, well and kicking.
This week I got good news: genetic testing results indicate that, genetically, I have only a 2% chance of the cancer recurring. However, 60% of cancer is sporadic: the luck of the draw so they say. On the luck factor, my oncologist says that I have an 85-90% chance that it will NOT return.
Aside from a bit more minor reconstructive surgery, the next step on this journey is to be very proactive. I will be exercising more and eating even better than I do (although those Hallowe’en candies sure were good). From time to time, I plan to share with you what I learn, especially about food.
So, I lift a glass to all who helped me on this journey. Thank you.