Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Buh-Buh-Buh-BOOYA!

So I got my pathology report back.  I also saw the surgeon today who explained what it meant.  Two main points:

1)   NO RESIDUAL INVASIVE TUMOR IDENTIFIED.
2)  AXILLARY LYMPH NODE STATUS: TWENTY TWO AXILLARY LYMPH NODES, NEGATIVE FOR MALIGNANCY (0/22)

Say what?  That means the chemo got all of the invasive cancer (more on that later).  I had a complete response.

Please indulge me.  This deserves some background music.  Click on the link below.


http://youtu.be/Dft63gHqqKo


Why is this significant?  Let me back up. The 5-year survival rate for stage 3A breast cancer is about 60-65%.  Yuck!  The 5-year survival rate for someone with a complete response to chemo is 85-90%.

That pathology report did identify some residual DCIS (Ductal Carcinoma In Situ--Stage 0 Cancer).  I guess chemo doesn't really work on that, and the course of action is to just remove it.  Done and done.  The DCIS was negligible, and doesn't affect my prognosis.


This is the result that I have been dreaming about, scouring the Internet for any data or possible treatment that improves the chances.   Only about 20% of people have a complete response.  This is why I have been closely monitoring my nutrition, juicing, taking supplements, hanging out with my naturopath oncologist, and avoiding the bad stuff that I used to regularly indulge in.  All for the hopes of a complete response.  YEA! YEA! YEA!  Although academically, a 65% chance of survival doesn't sound that bad....applying it to your own life...it's beyond awful.  Although I tried so very hard to keep my spirits up, passing thoughts of my kids growing up without a mother, Breck left to raise them, my parents growing old without their only child to take care of them, and so on, sent me into panic attacks.   Eek.

And while I'd love to celebrate to the max tonight, I am still hopped up on Vicodin, and recovering from surgery--so I guess I'll take it easy.  If you get the chance, give my family and my wonderful husband a high five.  They deserve it.  This has been so hard on them too.

Love,

Cancer-free Carrie







Saturday, July 6, 2013

Post-Surgery Update

I went in for surgery on Wednesday morning.  It went well.  The surgeon said it looked like the cancer was completely gone from my breast and possibly still in my lymph nodes, but then again, that could just be scar tissue.  This is good news.  We will have to wait for my pathology, which should be ready early next week.

The bad news is...they took my breasts.  Yes, I knew this was going to happen, but it is very difficult anyhow.  In a while, I can get reconstructive surgery. It wont be the same.  I am sad.  I am very sad.  I am bald with no boobs, with no guarantees, and this really really really sucks.  Breck has been wonderfully supportive; he helps me get dressed, runs for my Vicodin, and even strips and empties my surgical drains.

I understand the bigger picture.  My health is more important.  I hope with each passing week this gets easier.

Sad panda signing off

Monday, July 1, 2013

Surgery

Surgery is scheduled for Wednesday July 3.  After going back and forth, and meeting with two surgeons, I've decided on a double mastectomy.  Bummer.  Real big bummer.

Long story short, my surgeon at Group Health recommended that I get a mastectomy based upon my young age and the nasty nature of my cancer.  I met with three doctors at Seattle Cancer Alliance, one of whom was the director of breast cancer surgery department.  He suggested that I get a lumpectomy now, and pending the pathology from my surgery and a BROCA gene panel test, I may get a mastectomy later, or not. After thinking this was the better option, I discussed with my surgeon whether insurance coverage would be available to do this in a two-step process. She didn't think so--that a subsequent mastectomy would not be 'medically necessary'  unless something funky showed up on my pathology or gene panel.  If my pathology and gene panel are clean, I would be stuck with a lumpectomy.  I don't want to close any doors.  I'm not sure how paranoid I would be about the cancer coming back--but frankly, the tumor hid from me the first time around, and I don't feel confident I could find another lump if it came back--whether it were a recurrence of the same cancer, or a new cancer.  So back to mastectomy it is.  I go in sometime on Wednesday, and will come home on the 4th.

I wont be able to lift or carry West (or anything for that matter) for a couple of weeks after surgery. I'll have two or three drains that to deal with for about two weeks also.  Breck is off work for the summer, so he'll be around to help me and the kids.

My pathology results will be in about three working days following surgery.  My pathology results will dictate  my personal prognosis.  I definitely appreciate all of the good vibes, prayers, juju etc. coming my way that the cancer is gone or almost gone.

I will recover for a month, then start radiation.  In a year, I can get reconstructive surgery.  Not sure when that will happen.  I will probably make a decision based upon how I recover from surgery, my pathology report, and my gene panel results.  If something does come up on the BROCA panel, I may need to get my ovaries removed too.

 The Seattle Cancer Alliance also reviewed my pathology and determined that my cancer tested weakly positive for progesterone--in other words, there may be some benefit for me to take endocrine therapy--hormone therapy-- after treatment.  (I was diagnosed with  triple negative cancer, meaning that there were no hormone-positive receptors that would respond to endocrine therapy.  I was told that a cancer with weak progesterone receptors otherwise acts almost identically to a pure triple negative cancer)  It was suggested that I take Tamoxifen for five years.  The side effects of that are on par with menopause--awesome--so I may need to weigh the benefits on that.

An average woman's risk of developing breast cancer over her lifetime is approximately one in 8 (12.5%).  If nothing turns up on the BROCA panel, my risk of developing a new breast cancer is slightly higher-about 16%.  That isn't that high, but hell, I've defied the odds so far.  My stupid insurance denied coverage for this test back in March.  Since then, the Supreme Court held that a patent for testing on a specific gene isn't enforceable.  It will now be more affordable to conduct the testing--and my insurance provider may be more likely to change its mind.    I will appeal that after surgery.

Sooooo....grumble grumble grumble.  On another note, Breck and I went camping with our friends last weekend on the annual rafting trip down the Yakima River.  It was super fun, as always--despite the fact that we received an emergency text about a flash flood warning when we finished the float--oops--but no actual flood.  I have about a million bug bites on my feet too.  good stuff.

That's all for now.

Carrie