Another good scan January 2023

I am excited to give another great update!  My most recent PET scan looked good, no signs of new or recurring metastases!  This was actually my first PET scan since the lung infection debacle of 2020.  I’ve had CT and bone scans since then.  In March, it will have been five years since I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.  And if my next one or two scans look good, I will essentially hit a 5 year “No Evidence of Disease” mark in August.  Also in March, it will be 8 years since I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. 

I also met with my new oncologist.  As much as I like the convenience and University of Wisconsin affiliation of my oncology clinic, it does not seem to retain its talent all that well. Three of my oncologists have left the clinic in the past 5 years.  The good news is that I like this oncologist and we had a good conversation about the cancer.  We discussed the fact that I have a somewhat common mutation in my breast cancer, PIK3CA.  This is good news for 2 reasons.  First, I have some 2nd line therapies that are approved for people with that mutation, in the event I need it.  Second, people with that mutation seem to do fairly well on the medication regimen I am currently on.  My oncologist told me that his “unicorn” patients (people that outlive their life expectancy) generally have this mutation. 

Good news all around. While back in 2018 I didn’t necessarily think I’d be dead in five years, I did think the cancer would have spread by this point and I certainly did not think I would be enjoying the quality of life that I continue to have. For the past almost 5 years I have not let myself imagine, plan for, or hope for a life after 50 and now I honestly believe it is reasonable for me to entertain thoughts of a more long term survival. This is a true game changer for my outlook on life and life choices.

As great as it obviously is, I am slowly realizing I need to go back to “adulting”. Of course I was always stuck very much in adult mode and never really broke free and made rash, crazy decisions. However, one way that I coped with the trauma of a terminal diagnosis was to embrace the freedom of releasing some of the burdens of middle age. For example striving to get ahead in the workplace, limiting my spending in hopes of a heftier retirement fund, and letting go of some of the trivial minutiae in life that can steep in and bog us down (probably should let that go anyway). I threw myself a huge 40th birthday party and never would have done that had I thought I’d make it to a 50th birthday. This is not to say that all of those are not very reasonable ways of coping and the stress of the disease and treatment in many ways takes “adulting” to a whole new level. But it’s just different and an adjustment. A good adjustment, of course, one I am very thankful for, but there are definitely some mental and psychological gymnastics going on with each scan and appointment.

At this point my treatment plan is continuing as normal and my scans will continue every 6-9 months. As I start to enter this wonderful uncharted territory of “unicorn patient”, I’d love to get off of my medications and decrease the scans. There isn’t enough data, however, at this point to support the idea that this would be a safe move. Fortunately my medication and scan regimen is about as easy as it gets for someone in my situation. I will continue to count my lucky stars and enjoy the physical health I have been gifted with.   

Boundaries, Part I

First of all, happy Breast Cancer Awareness Month! It’s a time of year to give the gentle reminder to keep up on whatever type of screening is age/risk appropriate for you (my lump was found during a routine physical), support the wonderful research that has greatly helped me and other survivors throughout the years, and just celebrate those of us who have been surviving and thriving with this disease and the friends and family who have helped us on our journey.

I originally started this post because sometimes I struggle knowing when to set boundaries for my own personal time.  I quickly realized, however, that we can talk about boundaries a couple of ways:  setting boundaries for ourselves and our own wellbeing (my initial thoughts on boundaries) and setting boundaries with others.  I’m going to start with setting boundaries with others because I feel that is more on topic with cancer.  I’ll dive into setting boundaries for ourselves in my next post.  I Googled boundaries and here’s what came up for “examples of boundaries in relationships”:  saying no, expecting respect, not taking blame inappropriately, respecting other’s privacy.  Sometimes it’s just hard to know when to set a limit or say no.  One example I heard on Glennon Doyle’s podcast was setting a boundary of only seeing a close friend during daylight hours.  Apparently in that relationship, things tended to go awry at night and therefore nighttime hangouts were avoided to preserve the friendship.  Many of us have those friends that we just can’t talk sports or politics with because we feel so strongly and it’s an “agree to disagree” situation. Texting and other direct messaging is another common example. Generally we avoid texting people at 3 a.m. to respect sleep boundaries.

Like all of us, my personality type gives a lot of background on how my boundaries work.  I am a very classic introvert.  I can be nervous and uncomfortable around others.  I think more accurately, I am a Type 5 personality in the Enneagram.  For those of you that don’t know about the Enneagram, you can get an overview and test here.  As someone who has always hated personality tests, I can honestly say I LOVE the Enneagram.  I feel like it gets me in a way no other personality test does (as a disclaimer I will say I took the test without knowing the personality types and I think that gave me a more authentic result and I, like most people, test strongly in multiple types).  It really shows each personality as an asset to our society.  As the old saying goes:  It takes all kinds.  I will also say that learning others’ Enneagram Types can really help a relationship.  For example, while my husband never has and probably never will take the Enneagram test, I noticed parts of some characteristics in him that I had never thought about before.  For example, he definitely has components of the Type 6 persona …specifically “the biggest fear being unprepared and unable to defend themselves against danger”.  When I think of some of his most aggravating, annoying traits to me, many stem from this part of his personality and seeing it as part of his personality and a legitimate fear, rather than him just being a jerk, helps me give him grace at times that I would have otherwise felt frustration and anger.  I digress, back to boundaries.  For a Type 5, like me, our biggest fear is:  “being overwhelmed by their own needs or those of other people”.  In other words, Type 5 people are CONSTANTLY setting up boundaries.  I would say this is one of the biggest downfalls of a Type 5 and unfortunately why many Type 5s struggle to connect with others.  Years ago I would have said that some people just don’t really need to connect to others, but all humans need and crave connection, to different extents and in different ways, and this is a constant battle for Type 5 people.    

Back to cancer and boundaries, multiple boundary-type issues come up with cancer.  First and probably most obvious is the multitude of really kind people that will come out of the woodwork with all kinds of offerings of help, meals, cleaning, babysitting, care baskets, you name it.  I’ve said this before and it’s worth repeating, I was flabbergasted by just how many thoughtful and giving people helped me through my different struggles with cancer.  What also became clear to me from the get-go was that I needed to establish some boundaries of what I really needed and was comfortable receiving.  There are definitely many people who find themselves with a medical diagnosis that they cannot afford and that is truly crippling to their lives in ways other than just the medical and physical hardships.  They don’t have insurance, help with child care, a job with benefits that allows for medical time off, access to good nutrition, transportation to medical appointments, etc.  I have never had any of these hardships and needed to make that piece clear to anyone that might be wanting to help set up any type of fundraising that would definitely be helpful to others in my situation, but not for me at that time.  As somewhat of a tangent on this topic, I’d also like to stress how helpful it can be in these situations, when things are just getting heated, to have a “help” point person that is not the actual patient or their spouse/primary caretaker.  A quick assessment of what someone needs and the ability to serve as a point of contact for anyone that might reach out can be really helpful. 

Yet another part of boundaries is trusting that those around you will be aware of their own needs and limitations.  This can be tricky and uncomfortable especially for the Type 5s among us who aren’t particularly good at social nuances and just assume that others will know when to say no and feel comfortable saying no. Ideally when someone offers help, it will come from a place of legitimate good will; not feelings of guilt, indebtedness, social pressures, or control issues. Back to the Enneagram, there is actually a personality type called “The Giver”, it is Type 2. This personality type lives to serve others.  Nuns and nurses often fall into this category, but I think many people have this trait in them.  While givers are such an asset to society and truly excel in making others feel loved and taken care of, their gift (like all other gifts in the Enneagram) can turn unhealthy at times. The potential problem with givers is that they can overwhelm with their giving and it can be hard to connect with them if they are unwilling to accept help themselves.  After all, everybody (even us curmudgeonly Type 5s) loves to give.  As humans giving to others makes us feel good and connected.  Thus, a total martyr, I’m-going-to-fall-on-my-sword-for-humanity type, can alienate themselves from others by the very thing they do to make themselves “lovable”, giving to extremes.  In the cancer world, we tend to encounter many givers.  After all, even at our healthiest we interact with nurses A LOT.  And many of the givers in our lives will seek out ways to help us out.  Thus, my advice to a new cancer patient would be to be ready to encounter this type of personality, be direct and clear about expectations, and especially if you are like me and maybe a little uncomfortable with receiving help, try to open yourself to accepting it.  There are some truly special and inspiring moments to be had as a cancer patient, if you let them happen.    

Jobless in 2022

My health continues to be good. Unfortunately due to the chronic, unpredictable, and ultimately terminal nature of metastatic breast cancer, feeling healthy one day doesn’t guarantee anything about the next day and for that reason I have decided to take a step back from my job and am currently enjoying a more laid back existence. I knew this day would come four years ago when I was originally diagnosed as metastatic and I had hoped that it would come early enough in my diagnosis for me to continue a high quality of life and that I would feel at peace with my decision.  As one of my former oncologists said “It’s hard to know when to say when”.  I cannot say I am totally at peace with my decision, some degree of embarrassment and shame still lurk, but I can honestly say I feel better and better about the decision each day. 

Multiple factors are at play when a woman of my age, with my family life, and my work situation gets an unpredictable, ultimately terminal diagnosis. Side note: If you are wondering why I would throw around the word terminal when I’m obviously not packing my bags for hospice, there is an article you can find here, written by Abigail Johnston, a fellow metastatic breast cancer patient who writes a great blog about life with metastatic breast cancer. Mentally and emotionally I immediately went to a place of panic about having a much smaller number of years left of this earth than I had planned for.  This led to a sudden disinterest in going to work.  I couldn’t shake the vision of continuing to burn myself out at work only to get massively and dramatically sick for a few months, then die.  The second and probably most significant factor at play was simply the issue of time and lack of ability to schedule all of the necessary appointments around my fairly inflexible job.  One of the most important attributes of a nuclear pharmacist is the ability to show up.  There are no “substitutes”, there is no “save for tomorrow”.  You need to get a short-lived product out to hospitals STAT and there is literally almost no one else trained to do your job.  For me to schedule an appointment meant taking a day off months in advance.  There is no calling in sick.  That would literally be asking my co-worker to work a double shift at the last minute.  Finally, the combination of full-time work commitments and kids pretty much maxes a person out, there is little to no room for other demands.  I tend to beat myself up for this, but given the expectations we all put on ourselves, very few people are equipped to take on a serious medical condition (or for that matter any number of life-changing events, death of a loved one, divorce, job loss; whatever it might be). We don’t give ourselves much wiggle room in this society, we run ourselves pretty ragged.  What I noticed happening on a regular basis was that the variable constantly getting cut out of my life was my kids.  Because I am blessed with lots of help from both my family and my husband’s family, time with my kids was the easiest thing for me to carve out of my schedule and became the go-to way to solve the ever-present problem of timing/scheduling issues.  This is tricky as a parent.  My kids love their grandparents and aunts and vice-versa.  My kids get great care from extended family.  My husband is also a very present father to them and helps immensely.  By all accounts, everyone was doing great, if not even better than if I was always available to my kids.  But I had reached a point where I just couldn’t do it anymore.  The combination of pandemic life and my lung infection last year probably accelerated those feelings.  The anxiety of scheduling appointments and feeling under the weather all came to a head in the fall of 2020.  The kids started the school year virtually (and continued that way until April 2021) at the same time I was spending literally 10 hours a week at the hospital trying to start a clinical trial and then trying to re-diagnose a painful abscess in my ribcage.  It was taking well beyond too much of my time and energy just to manage my job and health condition.  There were several instances where I literally had to be three places at once. I think I would have tried to just “tough it out” if 1) I weren’t diagnosed with a condition that requires I undergo active treatment for likely the rest of my life, active treatment that causes issues like the lung infection I suffered last year and 2) I wasn’t diagnosed with a condition that as we know it right now will likely take my life within the next ten years.  At the expense of seeming like I’m being melodramatic or feeling sorry for myself, these are the facts and the time had come to make a decision of how to manage the cards I’ve been dealt.   

The two things that have really thrown me for a loop with this decision were the reactions of others and the reactions from my kids.  I have not kept my diagnosis private.  I feel like if anything I error on the side of being too open about my health and I fear I’m coming off as too melodramatic and self-centered when I write or talk to people about my health.  Unfortunately, the most logical question that comes up when I tell people I am not working at the moment, “What are you going to do?”  is the one that for some reason I was totally unprepared for.  Of course people are going to ask that, makes total sense.  But in my head I’m always thinking… “What do you mean, ‘What am I going to do?’?!?  Have cancer and have a family.  That’s PLENTY for me!”  Then, in the beginning at least, my mind would start to go down the dark rabbit hole of wondering if I am lazy, worthless, uninspired.  I’m getting a lot better with that question and honestly, I realized pretty early on that a big part of why people have this reaction is the way that I tell them the news.  I appear healthy, haven’t said anything about the cancer in a while, and am generally just saying it casually as one would when they are just looking for a new job or making a life change.  I was discussing my wonderment at different reactions to my news with a friend who left the medical field for similar reasons.  She passed along some wise words from a health psychologist:  When you share this news, people are going have all sorts of different reactions and for the most part it’s a reflection of their relationship with working in general, not some sort of judgement on your life choices.  I think this is really good advice and I bet it applies to many other life decisions (having children, raising children, medical decisions and treatment, financial decisions….really everything). 

As much as I tried to prepare my marriage for this big life change, I completely overlooked the reaction and feelings my kids might have.  I was really nervous about how quitting my job might affect my relationship with my husband.  In my 16 ½ years of knowing him, I have never been unemployed. For a variety of reasons (probably my own mental health as much as money) it has always been a priority for him to keep me working and he has always gone above and beyond helping out with housework and the kids to make that happen.  Like most couples, money is always a potential source of conflict with us also and so I feel I overcommunicated with him and was overcautious as I made this decision.  With my kids, however, I just took for granted that they would be either unchanged or if anything happier.  I guess I assumed I would be a better mom, more present, and able to provide a more stable environment by not working and of course they would just accept it and be happy.  I completely overlooked 1) the fact that my identity to them was a working mom and 2) they also have concerns about money. I guess I just lumped all of my stress and frustrations of being a working mom in together with their stress and frustrations and assumed life would be easier for all of us if this working piece was out of the puzzle.  But truth be told, I think from their perspective, having a parent suddenly not have a job is just as much of an adjustment as having a parent suddenly start working.  And I totally dropped the ball when thinking these things through from their perspective and preparing them. 

I think what really scared me about the possibility of leaving my job was the confidence and self-worth that it gave me. Recently, in People magazine, Kenny G (Yes, the 65-year-old 1990’s saxophone-sensation/popstar Kenny G and yes, the magazine was dated February 4, 2022, and yes, I realize the fact that I’m reading Kenny G articles in People magazine is not a great look, and yes, he still looks like the amazing curly-haired, chisel-faced heartthrob he always has.  I’m not sure what skin and hair products he uses, but he should promote them.) stated: “Getting good at something will give you a lot of confidence.”  Simple enough, but I think this comment states what my job provided to my life in a nutshell.  I was good at my job.  I had confidence that bled into other areas of my life.  If ever I was feeling unsettled or bad about the way another part of my life was going, I always had my work life to fall back on.  At the back of my mind, I could always resort to:  well…they should see me at work, I am an invaluable team player and I make a difference in my workplace.  And herein lies the issue, I am not an innately self-confident person.  I am cautious and timid and question myself excessively.  Experience and expertise in a setting, like my job, is huge for me and where another person might be able to “fake it til you make it” or even gain this level of confidence in a short time, it will take me years of work and experience in a role to feel comfortable.

As I start my journey in this new adventure, I am pleasantly surprised that I don’t feel as worthless as I thought I might have.  While that is definitely a positive, one struggle that I have is the movement into more of a gray space of life.  I do not do well with soft skills, I function best in the black and white.  With my job, I enjoyed defined expectations, metrics with a “gold star” at the end.  While we all need to manage the nuances of communication and relationships in any job, I feel my job allowed me to perform in a space above a lot of that.  Are you putting out product, making money, keeping customers and coworkers happy?  Yes or no, easy.  On the other hand, as a parent, wife, daughter, sister, friend, and volunteer, the judgment is much stickier.  I have never in my life felt like I was performing well in any of those jobs.  Another aspect of this gray space is that now I am charged with being completely responsible for every minute of my day.  With a job, you just go to work.  It can be really hard and frustrating, but it is planned for you.  Moving to being unemployed, I now have full control over how I spend my time.  Stressed, frustrated, burnt out?  Umm, that’s on me now.  Of course anything medical was not my choice and is still out of my control, thus circling back to this whole big life decision, but I am slowly adjusting to all of this space and it is definitely a winding road adjustment. 

Fortunately, the feeling that consistently bubbles its way to the surface, no matter how “in my head” I get, is gratitude.  I realize I am fortunate to be in a position to be able to make a decision about my employment at all.  And to be able to take a step back while I am still feeling healthy and increasingly optimistic about my chances to hang on until some really good treatments become mainstream is truly a blessing.  I may not appreciate and cherish it everyday the way I probably should, but I ultimately realize that I am lucky and have been given a gift of time that I will never take for granted.      


Cancer changes relationships. I was once told a story about a lady diagnosed with breast cancer about 30-40 years ago. She was probably about my age and given 6 months to live. It turned out she lived longer than that (and is still alive in fact), but for the longest time she was never really given the “all clear”, like okay now we know you’re going to live for decades longer, not months. So 9 months would pass…then doctors would say, “Well you keep hanging in there, but you still only probably have a few months”. The story goes that at some point fairly early on she “picked” a future spouse for her husband, a family friend or something along those lines. Time goes on, she doesn’t die, and her husband ends up having an affair with the replacement. The lady and her husband get divorced, he ends up marrying the replacement, and the kids get very resentful and stop talking the husband. This story, like so many I’ve heard about the lives of cancer patients and fallout of a cancer diagnosis, does not surprise me at all. Once you get diagnosed with cancer a cloud of never-ending uncertainty will hang over you and those around you.

This year my husband and I are celebrating our 14th year of marriage.  The longer I am married, the more I realize 1) marriage is hard (duh!) and 2) marriage is kind of a crap shoot. People change, in pretty major ways and in ways that put stress on the marriage, whether it be mild or extreme.  I also observe that inevitably you and your spouse are going to split ways on one or more of the values and expectations that you thought you had all squared away before marriage. Kids change things in very complex ways.  On one hand, kids bring a common goal to the relationship.  You both want what’s best for them and, like a complicated, huge, life puzzle, you want to work together to navigate the best way to parent your children.  You really want to put them on the best life path you can and do everything in your power to make them feel loved and resilient.  Kids bring shared joys and memories.  They bring this new love and excitement that can be really bonding for parents.  On the other hand, no two people are ever going to parent the same way or agree on every parenting decision.  And because kids are so important and valuable to parents, even the slightest difference of opinion can become a major source of tension.  What I did not realize going into our marriage is that my husband would have so much confidence in child rearing (right out of the gate…like he thought he was an expert from day one….and in many ways it seemed like he was) and I would feel so incompetent.  Breast feeding only intensified this phenomenon.  As many women who breast feed will probably tell you, breast feeding an infant is one of the most difficult and rewarding things you might do as a mother and is extremely difficult and frustrating at the onset.  Things generally do not go well from the get go with the first baby.  In my case, my poor little baby was born on the small side and so any weight loss (which is normal after birth) was regarded as an emergency (not really, but in our eyes it was).  My first born and I were having a terrible time getting him to consume any breast milk the first few days and he was not only miserable but also dropped to less than 6 lbs.  We weren’t getting any sleep and finally in the middle of our 1st night home my husband, the baby expert, took our newborn and majestically gave him formula and single handedly “saved his life”. This made me feel like the biggest flop of a mother out there.  I remember the next morning, at one of my most beaten down, downtrodden moments of motherhood, my husband, the baby expert, renaissance man that he is valiantly displayed the bottle to me and claimed “HE LOVED IT!”.  Point being, I would say for my husband and I, the first year of parenthood was the most difficult of our marriage (he does not agree with this at all, but again, I think he was high on “daddy” hormones and his natural, God-given talent of being a dad).  Through the years, as I’ve found my way in motherhood and gained more confidence, we have different battles, but I feel we’re on a more level playing field.

When preparing for marriage, we attended a very short workshop at a church, just to cover all the “premarital counselling” bases.  One thing I remember is one of the teachers was telling us a story of how her husband was making a list of all of her faults one day.  I was aghast, that sounded terrible to me.  I felt like I already kept a pretty hefty tabulation of all my faults ready at moments notice to interfere with my goals and crush my dreams.  I definitely didn’t need to add this dynamic to my life.  And really, I found it hard to believe either my fiancé or I would ever stoop to the level of calling out your spouse’s faults.  Well, 14 years into marriage, I can tell you some days all we do is revel in each other’s shortcomings.  But for better or worse, we are a team, and I know we will always be committed to our partnership in this family. 

I felt I should give my husband a fair shot in this marriage opinion piece, so I asked him.  “If you were writing an article about your experiences with marriage, what you be your main points?”  To which he answered, “I guess I’d say you forget what you fell in love with.”  Dead silence.  I get what he was trying to say, but what?  So, I guess you have that.  Maybe he can wordsmith that into a loving essay someday.  As for me, without a doubt, within a snap of a finger, I know exactly what I fell in love with.  His humor, it’s the best.  So, there you go, Travis.  I remember exactly.  I appreciate his humor so much, that when I think of his flaws (which I do daily, it’s part of my job as a wife)…I always come back to his quick wit and ability to entertain and lighten the mood of whatever crowd he is in.  As much as Travis likes to portray a dark and brooding mysterious character, he is very much the extrovert to my introvert.  While I want to duck into a corner in the fetal position and cover my neck tornado-drill style when I enter a room full of people, Travis lights up like a Christmas tree.  This combination doesn’t always work with other people.  For me, and probably most other introverts, extroverts can drown me out and seemingly take away my voice in a relationship.  In Travis, I have found my unicorn.  Somehow he is able to use his sparkle to light up a room and help me feel comfortable in groups and yet still maintains the patience and understanding to listen to me and make me feel heard.    

As I’ve observed other marriages and reflect on how my cancer diagnosis has affected our marriage, I would say overall the cancer has brought us into a closer partnership.  That is not to say that cancer doesn’t bring its own challenges to a marriage.  I’ve gone through some dramatic physical changes that I’m sure my husband did not see coming when we got married.  I’ve lost hair, gained and lost weight depending on treatments, and lost both of my breasts.  The constant appointments, health care decisions, and ever changing discomfort and treatment side effects that I experience all take their toll on both of us.  While I don’t think hospitals and cancer are enjoyable for any spouse, Travis seems to have a particularly strong discomfort with medical problems and the healthcare system and to ask him to be my primary partner in all of this is hard.  And on top of that, I just don’t have the energy and stamina that I did pre-cancer. So not only do we have all of the stress of a terminal illness diagnosis, but he also has to pick up the slack of normal life when I’m not up to it. And he does all of this without complaint.

As morbid as it sounds, sometimes in the back of my mind I feel like I’m prepping him for being a single parent.  Does he know how the boys’ schedules work and how they might change?  Is he ready to make arrangements if I do end up in the hospital or worse sooner than we expect?  Does he understand and respect my parenting well enough to continue my influence if I’m not around?  Is he resilient enough to carry on and be the steadfast leader of the family he may need to be much sooner than he expected when we said our vows 14 years ago? We are living the “in sickness” vows every day and it really challenges us at times.  That being said, there are definitely “mid-life crisis”-like issues that I assume would be more at the forefront of our marriage if we didn’t have this cloud of my mortality hanging over us and distracting us.  I am thankful that we have taken more time to enjoy each other, travel together, and grant each other grace because we know our time together may be limited.  I’m not sure why it takes a cancer diagnosis to stop and smell the roses, but sometimes it does, and for that I am grateful. 

Everything’s Going Good. Summary of Recent Scans and Other Notes

Since my last post I’ve had a couple really good scans. Everything is stable. Since I have been on a good streak with scans, going forward, when news is good I am going to try to indicate that in the title of the post (rather than something unsettling like Results of Scan…). Hopefully that alleviates any momentary anxiety and frankly if you just don’t have time to read further, that’s all you really need to know. No changes, which is excellent! At this point my next scan is scheduled for January 2022. Because I am accumulating quite a few unfinished short ramblings, I’m going to throw some of those in this post and then I’ll have another post about COVID fallout/hospitals and marriage (get excited Travis) coming soon.

The In-Between

On the bright side, you don’t have cancer, you’re not dying.

Maybe not, but I’m living like it and that might be worse.

Kayce and John Dutton, Yellowstone

I don’t care who you are, a cancer diagnosis will change you and those around you. It will change your priorities, how you live your life, and how you look at life. I have noticed that the longer I continue to go with good scans, the more I find myself a little adrift mentally. Like most other people, I strongly feel I am still recovering from all that is COVID. As little as that has to do with cancer, I fully acknowledge that there has been a blanket of fog and uncertainty over all of humanity for the past 18 months. COVID aside, there are definitely some cancer-related feelings that I’m experiencing. There’s a theory that when you give a problem a name, it helps you deal with it. I have a few things going on that are probably pretty common in cancer patients, but pre-cancer, I never would have realized people with cancer have these feelings. One is the shame of cancer. Michelle Zauner touched on this in her book about her mother’s battle with cancer.

Anything seemed possible if you just had an optimistic attitude. Maybe we hadn’t tried hard enough, hadn’t believed enough, hadn’t force-fed her enough blue-green algae. Maybe god hated us. There were other families who had fought and won. We had fought and lost-and among all the natural, heartbreaking emotions we had expected to feel, it also felt strangely embarrassing.

Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

All of these feeling resonate with me and as happy as I am with my current status, I am aware with a persistent trepidation that all of these feelings of shame will come rushing back if and when the scans aren’t so good.

Another issue is survivor’s guilt. Like, why am I still alive? When I was first diagnosed, my mind immediately went to worst-case scenario, just a few short years left. This happens to many metastatic breast cancer patients. And yet, here I am, still hanging out. I should be so thankful and grateful for my health everyday I keep going, but sometimes those feelings are difficult to come by and then I feel ashamed for the “hard” days when the gratitude doesn’t come easy. Sometimes the weight of it all seems to overpower my cheerfulness and hope. Every time that happens, I get frustrated.

The third thing I’ve touched on before, the constant state of flux. Not knowing what the next years will hold can become overwhelming and the ups and downs of the new COVID world has certainly not helped. I asked my current oncologist about my prognosis a few years ago and she said, “Well, we have a saying in oncology, ‘The longer you go… the longer you go'”. Wow. Catchy. Who the heck is comforted by that? I realize cancer can be extremely volatile and unpredictable, but gee whiz, that’s the saying that the oncology community has come up with?

As frustrating and irritating as all of these feelings can be, I think ultimately this mental unrest and discomfort in my head will lead to good places for me. When I was first diagnosed, I wanted to make sure I enjoyed what life I had left. I really wanted to focus on my bucket list, mainly travelling. I also wanted to take advantage of my physical abilities (running) while I still had them. While I still maintain “having fun” as one of my priorities, I have started to think about ways I can give back and engage in more purpose-driven, worthwhile projects. I think this is a result of realizing I’m still feeling pretty good and I am probably not dying anytime soon. I have some time and opportunities to make the rest of my existence a little more meaningful. I’m pretty sure there are some great ‘seeking out discomfort for personal growth’ quotes I should insert here, but a quick internet search produced only mediocre results. So here is my quote/personal pledge to myself: I will accept and embrace the discomfort because I know that these feelings must happen to learn, grow, and find contentment and peace. More to come on that journey as I continue to contemplate different ways to give back.

Breast Implant Fun

News on the cancer front continues to be positive for me. Everything is stable. The only medical issue I am facing, which is somewhat cancer related, is that one of my breast implants ruptured. Apparently it was an internal rupture, meaning it was contained by tissue surrounding the implant. I have no symptoms and probably would never have known at this point other than a plastic surgeon reviewed some of my CT scans last fall and caught it. While she indicated that dealing with this (exchanging for a new implant) is not something that has to be done immediately, she said that when they see it, they feel like they should probably address it. On a scale of 1-10 with 1 being not an issue at all for me and 10 being medical emergency, this is about a 1.5. I don’t really have any desire to do anything about it, but since I’m feeling pretty healthy otherwise and would like to prevent complications that might arise from a ruptured implant, I’m planning to do the exchange in about a month.

The plastic surgery consult was pretty amusing to me. Other than my breast implants following the bilateral mastectomy, I’ve never really considered plastic surgery. Not that I’m against it. I’ve just had more critical health issues that have come up at a relatively young age, so it has never been much of a thought for me. Anyway, back to the consult. When my plastic surgeon brought up the implant exchange, she suggested I consider whether I might want to exchange the other implant also since I’m already going to be sedated, they are opening me up, etc. Why not kill 2 birds with 1 stone instead of possibly undergoing another surgery in a few years or suffer complications in the event the other implant ruptures? This idea alone kind of blew my mind….I mean why fix something that isn’t broken? Or do they expect it to rupture? Is she just trying to drum up more business? In all honesty, I don’t think she was trying to pressure me into excessive surgery, I think she was just trying to cover her bases and inform me of all the different options. Things really got crazy when she brought of the idea of “smoothing things out”…scar lines, etc. by using fat from my abdomen. WHAT?!?

Me (thinking): What did I just hear? Liposuction? To my stomach? The exact problem area of most women, but especially those of us who have been pregnant in the past? The especially problematic area for people like me that gained over 50 pounds with each pregnancy? Removing the layer of fat that just sticks there…no matter how much weight is lost? That can’t be right? To be so casually mentioned….? What is going on? Where am I?!?

Me (aloud, after composing myself): “So…, are you? Are you saying you would take fat from my stomach and add it to my chest?”

Plastic surgeon: “Yes.”

Me (obviously she doesn’t get the gravity of what we are talking about, I need to act it out): “So.” Clearing my throat and pointing at my stomach. “You would take fat from here. And put it here (pointing at my chest).”

Plastic surgeon: “Yes.”

Me (talking very slowly now for complete understanding and maintaining strict eye-contact to show I mean business): “So, my waist would get smaller and my chest would get bigger?”

Plastic surgeon: “Yes.”

Please, women who might be reading this article, pause for a moment to consider what is being offered. The holy grail of fat redistribution; less in the waist and more in the chest (or “bosom”).

At this point I started laughing hysterically and the plastic surgeon started to look uncomfortable. When she realized I was indeed laughing, not crying, she started to awkwardly lightly chuckle along side of me.

So many things about this….

While after childbirth I did experience a dramatic desire to get several pounds of fat hacked off of my abdomen and have noticed over the years that there seems to be an everlasting layer of fat around the abdomen that is just stuck there…forever; I would never in a million years have thought I’d be having a discussion with a surgeon about liposuction to the area. I don’t even make time for haircuts (I get 2 per year) or wash my hair (1-2 times per week). And in the spirit of continuing my minimalistic ways, I am strongly leaning towards just doing the bare minimum in this surgery, which would be just replacing the one ruptured implant. But, I continue to look back on the conversation with amusement. Breast cancer continues to be a journey for me and I can’t help but smile that the journey at this point in time includes conversations with a plastic surgeon about liposuction. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t get any better than this for a metastatic breast cancer patient.


As 2020 winds to a close, I am filled with excitement and hope. Like most other people, I sit in amazement that my family and I actually made it through 2020. Looking back at it, I compare the whole experience of the onset of the coronavirus to being thrown in the deep end of a swimming pool and being told to just hang out there until told otherwise. And little did most of us suspect that being told otherwise would never really come. I have never felt this feeling of accomplishment from simply “making it through a year of life”. And yet, as someone who’s been battling metastatic cancer for almost three years, I should probably start feeling that way every year. And I do feel that way this year, more than ever. When I was diagnosed in March 2018, I figured given the fact that the only affected organ of metastasis was the bones that I would probably have a good chance of living beyond the 2-3 year life expectancy of the average metastatic breast cancer patient. But, to be almost three years out with no evidence of cancer in my scans is really amazing to me. If nothing else I suspected I may develop cancer in another area of bone that would cause some disability, but I’m still running! I’m pain-free! Sometimes I can’t believe my good fortune in terms of cancer and with a little light at the end of the tunnel of this pandemic, I can honestly say I’ve never been filled with this much hope.

Aside from the obvious pandemic issues of virtual-everything and constant worry about susceptible loved ones and those really suffering from isolation, 2020 has been a challenge for me as it has been with everyone. After completing races in 31 states, I had to cancel one planned trip to complete 3 more states and also give up thoughts of completing more later in the year. We had a family trip to Europe in March cancelled and are still working on getting reimbursed for airline tickets. On top of those disappointments my health did take an unexpected, slight downturn in August when an infection flared up in my ribs and caused countless appointments, procedures, and therapy. Looking back at it, everything went really smooth with the antibiotic treatments and really what better time to be tied down with doctor appointments and a new medication regimen then in a pandemic when you can’t really go anywhere or do anything else? But, I’m glad it’s over; excited to get back on my cancer treatment; excited to plan races again; and just excited and thankful to continue living this crazy life. I am ready to say good-bye to 2020 and welcome 2021, a New Year full of hope!

Chest Pathology Update

I will preface this with admitting that I feel a little self-centered writing this with all that is going on in the world right now. This is solely informative for those curious. The world is a heavy place right now, I realize we’re all struggling to cope with how to function and my intention is definitely not to take away from that. That being said, here’s the scoop:

After almost three months of scans, biopsies, appointments, and surgeries; I finally have a diagnosis. I have an infection caused by the common bacteria, staph aureus in my rib cartilage and pleural space. I am not sure if it has been specifically diagnosed as this; but my infectious disease doctor equates it with a condition called empyema necessitans if you want to Google it. I have no idea how this happened. As a cancer patient, I am immunocompromised; so I am more susceptible to any type of infection. Other than that I did have some type of lung infection in early May (I was COVID tested at the time because it seemed very similar to COVID), but I don’t see a strong connection there either.

On the cancer front; the good news is that this is definitely not cancer. In addition to a regular CT-guided/needle biopsy performed in September, additional tissue was collected and analyzed after my recent surgery last week and it was also confirmed to not be cancer. The bad news cancer-wise, is that I do have to withhold one of my cancer medications while I have this infection because that specific medication (like most cancer medications) lowers my white blood cell count and thus my ability to fight infection. While it is always unsettling and frustrating to take a pause in my medication regimen that has been working so well for the past few years; these type of interruptions are fairly common and it’s probably not the end of the world.

On the non-cancer, regular person front; this is terrible. I found out yesterday that I have to be on IV antibiotics for 6 weeks. This will be done through home infusion. I will have a PICC (peripherally inserted central catheter) and give myself an antibiotic 3 times a day. I have a fairly stoic, aloof personality; so I’m guessing I didn’t come off as the dramatically upset hot mess of a person I felt like on the inside when the infectious disease doctor told me this; but I was definitely emphasizing to him that this is a huge quality of life issue for me. Are you sure we need to do this? Can I work? Can I run? Do you mind if I just start laughing hysterically while you tell me I can only lift 10 pounds for six weeks knowing I have two active boys and am constantly getting groceries, cooking, doing housework, doing laundry, etc (not that any of those activities generally involve lifting more than 10 lbs, but I think we can all agree, the need to lift more than 10 lbs comes up more than we realize). Heck, I regularly lift up to 40 pounds for my job as a pharmacist as weird as that seems.

One thing thing I constantly battle is the giving up control of my life on multiple levels–my time, my finances, my career, my family, my retirement plan, the seemingly endless health issues that seem to come up as a result of cancer. I don’t think this is really unique to me in any aspect. We all go through this. I do believe people in my situation with a permanent or terminal health condition do fall more in the “less control” end of the spectrum though. I also believe from the little I’ve interacted with those in my situation that we become resilient because of it. Figuring out how to: at a minimum, function; and at a maximum, thrive in this constant state of chaos is a badge of honor that I feel anyone who’s been through distress, whether they are sharing it or not, can wear proudly. I hope at the end of this 6 weeks, I will feel better and look back on this and proudly think “I got through that with the help of God”. I hope we will all be thinking that whenever we make our way out of the coronavirus-dominated world we are living in now.

It’s not cancer…

The past month of my life has been one of the crazier times I can recall. I reported about a month ago that a new spot appeared on my ribs in my routine PET scan. I initially spoke with the nurse practioner about this and she indicated (very empathetically, of course), that this wasn’t really a big deal. A bump in the road, yes; but all things considered, this was near best case scenario for me. I then followed up with my oncologist who basically said the same thing. We looked at the images together, indeed there was a very bright spot that was presumed to be cancerous given my history. Because a new spot of metastasis indicates my current medication regimen is losing effectiveness, I discussed a few different treatment options with my oncologist. One being changing my hormone therapy and changing my targeted therapy to one that had significantly more side effects; another being radiating the area of ribs (this wasn’t really recommended unless I had extreme pain because it wouldn’t really stop the other micro-metastases that were presumed to be happening due to this spot showing up); and finally a clinical trial where I would be given a different hormone therapy and then either given a drug in the same class as my current targeted therapy or given placebo. The point of the clinical trial was to determine whether it made sense to continue with a targeted drug in the same class as my current targeted drug, even though the cancer was starting to prove resistant to my current regimen.

It turns out the spot isn’t cancer and we don’t really know what it is or why it showed up on the PET scan. If you are pressed for time, that’s all you really need to know and can just stop reading right now because the story as to how and why this happened is long and confusing.

This is all really long and confusing, but take-home points: after multiple scans and a biopsy, I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer 2 1/2 years ago due to a metastatic spot in my manibrium. Once you are declared metastatic, it is assumed that the cancer will spread at some point, thus the reasons for routine scans. I have difficultly explaining this to people. While cancer can be cured in the early stages, once it has left the primary organ, it is considered to have penetrated the whole body and it’s only a matter of time before it shows up elsewhere. So, while my original metastatic spot in the manibrium was a surprise and we needed to follow-up with a biopsy because at that point I was considered cured from Stage 2 cancer; additional metastatic spots in a stage 4 patient do not warrant the same type of invasive investigations. Second point: although news of the cancer popping up again was upsetting considering I had gone so long without anything, this was completely expected in the world of cancer and a slight modification of my treatment was not earth-shattering, again because it seemed to be still confined to the bones meant my prognosis was still favorable. Third point: I basically had 2 options at this point, start a slightly harsher medication or go on a clinical trial. I chose the clinical trial. Had I not chosen the clinical trial, this whole post would be about 2 sentences…assume cancer spread, started new medication, will follow-up with scan in 3-6 months.

I had to do a number of things to make sure I qualified for the clinical trial. Initially I had to get labs, have an EKG done (because one of the study medications has a rare side effect of causing life-threatening heart rhythm disturbances…this is pretty common with a lot of medications, they just need to make sure you are not predisposed to heart issues), and get a baseline CT scan. I did all that and then followed up with my oncologist a few days later. My oncologist informed me that we had run into a few road bumps with the results of these tests. One, my heart rate was apparently too low for the study. It was in the 40s and needed to be above 50 on an EKG per the study parameters. So, I need to repeat the EKG. My heart rate is generally low because I’m a runner, but it’s usually over 50, so we thought this was a fluke and repeating an EKG wasn’t really a big deal. I also needed more investigation of my heart because my heart rate was so low, so the cardiologist signing off on the study wanted to see an ECHO, or ultrasound of my heart, to prove that my heart was okay. I guess scheduling the ECHO was more complicated than the EKG and couldn’t be done for 9 more days. In the clinical trial world, this put my previous PET scan out of the time-frame specified for base-line scans, so this led to a need for a follow-up bone scan to take the place of my now-outdated PET scan….confused yet? The other issue that had come up was that my CT scan indicated the spot on my ribs looked more like infection or inflammation than cancer. This was a surprise since the PET scan looked very much like cancer and in the words of my oncologist…”I don’t know how you could have an infection there…but I guess we could biopsy the area”. Essentially it was up to me. A biopsy is a big deal. There is a reason they don’t go around biopsying every new area that shows up on a scan in a stage 4 patient. I decided to go ahead with the biopsy, because as sure as my oncologist seemed to be, I felt something was off about this whole thing.

Oddly enough, in the early stages of my rib pain, which started to present about 2-3 weeks before my scan, the possibility of an infection or some type of complication with my breast implant crossed my mind. I kind of ruled this out, however, when I didn’t seem to be displaying any of the classic signs of infection, specifically my temperature and white count were normal. A week or two before my PET scan, the fear and uncertainty of this being cancer started to creep in (see Scan Results August 2020) and when I was told it looked like cancer, I figured that was the most logical explanation. I had a couple weeks of “down time” between the scan and starting the screening process for the clinical trial and noticed that the pain started shifting from a more interior rib pain to a more superficial pain. I also started developing something that kind of looked like cellulitis in the area, it started to look inflamed. It was almost like the spot had moved, which seemed odd if nothing else.

The other issue happening in my life was I had reached a breaking point with working full-time, having metastatic breast cancer, and now starting to work through virtual schooling with my kids. This report of a new spot of cancer (even though, again, it was really not a big deal) basically sent me over the edge and I started the process of quitting my job (or at least drastically reducing my hours). My job is pretty specialized, so quitting my full-time position isn’t an overnight process…it will take months of hiring and training a replacement. My job is important to me. I am very aware of the severe emotional and psychological fall-out that can happen by quitting. Everyone is different, but for me I equate quitting my job with losing a key piece of self-worth that is giving me the fortitude and strength to keep going through this breast cancer journey. I’m not saying it’s right to use your job as this much of a crutch to your self-worth and certainly I have the confidence that I can and will find other ways to use my time, but I am very aware that this can be an issue for me. Although I had started the process of decreasing my workload, I put everything on pause when things started to feel abnormal. That was a difficult and uncomfortable position for me to be in and also for me to put my co-workers in. There are three main pharmacists at my pharmacy and we’ve all kind of been in limbo for the past six weeks.

I have spent almost 20 hours at the hospital in the past three weeks. Obviously to say this is the last thing I needed when I was trying to balance a full-time work schedule with starting my kids virtual schooling is an understatement. I have officially been driven bat-shit crazy with all of these appointments and the uncertainty of my life. Two times I have been left waiting over an hour for an appointment at the hospital. Same department, one time the camera was down and another they “fake checked me in” (literally, found me in the system, gave me the buzzer, then didn’t tell anyone I was there). At the moment I don’t want to step a foot inside a hospital, but thanks to this misadventure, at the moment I don’t have to. Aside from some planned follow up with my oncologist in a few weeks and pending any interest from the other departments she contacted about my case (orthopedics, rheumatology), the next steps seem to be up to me. My plan is to keep an eye on things and take one day at a time, but for the moment I can do something I haven’t been able to do for a month, just breathe.

Scan Results August 2020

I had another PET scan a couple of days ago and I am sad to report that I have a new spot of metastasis on my ribs. This wasn’t a total shocker to me since I had started feeling some pain in my ribs a few weeks ago, but I was hoping that was anticipatory pain of an upcoming scan. I wrote the following excerpt about a week ago that describes the feelings I was having leading into this scan.

My scanxiety has come on strong in the past week.  Before every scan I start to feel pain somewhere.  I believe this is a psychological defense mechanism I developed to prepare myself for possible bad news. To quote Tina Fey in the book Bossypants:

I’ll be ready for it to happen and that way it won’t happen. It’s a burden, being able to control situations with my hyper-vigilance, but it’s my lot in life.”

This has happened enough to me that I know what’s happening and unfortunately it is real pain, it’s not just in my head.  But I also feel like it is caused by the anxiety and worry of knowing another scan is coming up and with that a possibility that my life is going to get turned upside down again.  It’s not even just the fact that it might mean the cancer is getting out-of-hand.  While that is upsetting enough to think about, it is also all of the questions from family and friends and the looks of disappointment and almost disapproval in their eyes when I don’t have all the answers right away.  It’s all the second-guessing and implications that I’m giving up or that I need some treatment recommendations and guidance. It’s the plethora of appointments, labs, and new medications that I know I’m facing.  Basically, the thought of anything slightly bad showing up on a scan scares the heck out of me and the extreme dread I feel before a scan is predictable and real, apparently to the point where I feel pain in response to it.  But, this time I felt like things were different.  Everything was going pretty good health-wise for me.  The only things I was struggling with were the medication side effects of hair loss and exhaustion (the hair loss is legit, I’m contemplating getting it cut short and permed to return some excitement to my head). Unfortunately last week I started feeling pain in my ribs.  It was a steady pain that became sharp only when I laughed or coughed and fortunately was reduced about 90% with ibuprofen.

The fact that the cancer popped up again is reflective of the nature of the beast, so to speak. Cancer is smart and very good at growing. Our medications are good, really good for breast cancer, but until a total cure is found, it’ll always be a battle, particularly when it has spread outside the main organ and reached a stage 4 status, as mine has. The good news is that my cancer remains confined to my bones. My treatment will change slightly, but still remain a two pronged attack of hormone suppressing therapy and a type of oral chemotherapy (chemotherapy might be a strong word… immune-modulator might be a better term). I think one of the most difficult things about this disease is that it’s terminal, I will most likely die from this…but…not for a while. I’ve learned that most people, myself included, don’t really have the emotional support bandwidth to just “hang in there” for years while someone is dying. Either you’re dying within a month or cured, one or the other. And I feel like most people have been thinking I’m cured, not because they don’t care or even don’t understand, they just can’t focus that much sadness and empathy on one thing that is that far out, particularly when, as in my case, the person seems relatively healthy.

So right now I’m really processing a lot of emotions and will be figuring a lot of things out (health-wise and life-wise), but I’ll probably try to update this blog as my new treatments progress.  In the meantime I discovered when I was writing this that I have a lot of pent up frustration and anger about COVID. I may or may not publish that never-ending saga of feelings, but for now I will focus on COVID as it’s affected my healthcare experiences.

I have experienced different amounts of inconvenience and irritation while visiting clinics during these COVID times.  The first step obviously is getting screened at the entrance.  This makes sense, we don’t want anyone with COVID coughing all over inside a healthcare facility.  What is slightly confusing to me is that every clinic I go to (within the same healthcare system) has a different set of symptoms and they seem to vary in number from 5 to 20.  Are GI symptoms included?  Maybe, maybe not.  One clinic asked about exhaustion.  Aren’t we all exhausted?  After listening to them rattle off 20 symptoms, I certainly was.  What becomes slightly irritating to me is that at most (but not all) clinics I have to then proceed to registration where I have to answer the same questions.  I get that this extra step is designed to prevent those that may slip past the first screening table either by just running past it or dropping down from the ceiling (not sure how else you’d do it).  But the frustrating part is that at registration you are literally shouting at the person due to the combination of the mask and 6 foot rule, so everyone within the area can hear your answers. I experienced this when I went to get my scan and labs a few days ago.  The scan itself went on uneventfully, but when I stopped by the lab afterwards, I was again asked the same COVID questions.  This caused me to wonder…what exactly is the protocol if someone manages to stealthily avoid screening at both checkpoints, makes it up to the lab, then tells the lab tech (within about a foot of space) that they have symptoms/have a test pending/have had contact with a positive case…you get the picture.  Is there an alarm?  Is there a special “COVID clinic” they send patients with symptoms to?  Do they just refuse anyone with symptoms?  Do you have to wait 14 days?  Also, I’m willing to bet that 50% of patients are lying when they answer these questions.  Are you really going to delay treatment for some slight nasal congestion or a mild cough?  The whole thing is just frustrating for me.

For this follow-up appointment, I should have known bad news was coming because the appointment got off on a bad start. First, I usually take the stairs up the 4 flights of stairs to the oncology floor. I think it’s good to keep using stairs while you still can and wanted to especially today because no one is ever in the stairwell, so I could limit my exposure to others. Welp (my new favorite word!), the stairs were closed. Of course they were. I guess because of COVID the plan is to shuttle everyone into a small elevator. And of course there was a small mob of 90 year-olds and their caretakers all clustered around the elevator waiting to get on. It seemed like we were all working so hard to stay apart that we paradoxically ended up roaming nearer to each other. Then, I hit an all-time high on the scale when they weighed me, so that was disappointing (I was carrying a hard cover book and I specifically thought if the weight was high, I was going to blame the book…but, unfortunately I know very well the book doesn’t weigh the 5 lbs I’ve put on in the past few months….I realize 5 lbs doesn’t seem like that much, but it’s still unpleasant).  Then, of course I got the bad news that the cancer had returned to my ribs.  So a triple bad appointment:  I may very well have been infected with The COVID in the elevator (I like to refer to it as The COVID because that makes me sound like the 90 year old lady that I feel like sometimes); I’m getting fatter; and my cancer’s back.

That’s it for now, but I’ll probably follow-up in a few weeks with more of a detailed summary of what’s going on.  Until then, I’d ask for patience.  This is what metastatic cancer does, it spreads.  Fortunately today more than ever we have many drugs and techniques to slow the spread and the fact that it is one spot in my bones after 2 1/2 years of dealing with this is pretty darn good.