I haven’t posted in a while, not through lack of want, just lack of news really.
Recently I’ve had my breast surgical annual follow-up – all good. Coming up I have my oncology annual review and today I had my three month reconstruction follow-up – all good. Best news is I should get the all clear, at my next 3 month follow-up, to go ahead and start planning my tattoo art over all my scars.
On a final note, I would like to share with you (for those of you who believe in the analogy of dream references), my last night’s dream. I was walking along with my sister-in-law and we were sharing our resumes with each other. As we were reading each other’s, we both got emotional reading how the other had described themselves. We were in, what felt like a country town, and we strolled past a community hall where a yoga class was just finishing and I stopped to chat to the instructor, keen to get details so I could join. We thenturned the corner and now Foster was with me and it felt like Adelaide but looked like a scene from 1940’s with a row of old workable trams in the distance, people dressed in early century clothing, some old cars on the road mixed with horse and carts, the entire scene in black and white. I said to Foster “quick pass me my phone, if I take a photo of this scene in sepia, it will look like we lived through this past“. But as he passed it to me, it was broken clean in two. I tried to hold the two pieces together to take the photo, but it didn’t work.
I was unable to reconcile the past …. with the future. The future was clearly ahead of me, moving forward, with the things I love like physical activity and a new career, and the past well and truly behind me, beautiful as it was, a learning tool and indeed a yard stick for my post traumatic growth, there was no need for a photo. It’s time to let go of the past and start a new life with fresh eyes.
(referred to as a mastectomy decorative tattoo, placed over the scars front and back) – one of my planned tattoo ideas
I was 21 and I was planning a wedding, buying a house and had a job interview for the job of my dreams on my 22nd birthday. You see I was being made redundant and had to find a new job by August. Especially with the new mortgage now. It was April. I worked for CML and my new job was a done deal. All I needed was a medical. And with that, just like that....my life was turned upside down and I was diagnosed with CML, ha ha, I know the irony. My hematologist had a laugh at that too. I had Chronic Myeloid Leukeamia, which was normally reserved for 70 year old men. Quite rare for a young adult to get, so how would they treat it? I underwent two separate trials until finally it was decided my best chance of survival (all be it only 50% chance), would be a MUD BMT (matched unrelated bone marrow transplant), now known as VUD Allograt (volunteer unrelated donor). I was told 21 years ago the chance of finding a match was 1 in 20,000 (and that is everyone was on the bone marrow donor registry). Scary odds. So being the risk taker I am I said "go for it". They found a match and that was my first miracle in this journey. The second miracle was, it worked - new blood type, two different DNA profiles and the miracle of medicine was reborn inside me. The third miracle is my son.
25 years on, I now face a new challenge. Breast Cancer. Certainly not the first person to have cancer, to have invasive ductile cancer, hormone receptive and HER2 +, or to even have a dual diagnosis. But this is not another Webiste about a cancer survivor, this is just my excuse to finally publicly write. Along the way I am hoping I can share some insights I have learnt over the years and at the same time, give you a good belly laugh.
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