Success Stories!
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nationalbreastcancer.org has a story of a woman named Janelle Hail. She is actually the founder of NGCF.
It says she was 34 years old when she first faced BC. She is now a 29yr survivor!!! wow wow wow!!God is good!
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Hiya momto2angels! Hog away...I need all the success stories possible! I just read about these internal mammary nodes which I didnt even know we HAD (still a newbie!), and now I'm worried that I could have a positive node and not know it b/c it doesnt seem like they check these nodes often. But I have had unexplained chest pain for 2 yrs that has been checked out by NYC docs for heart issues (none). This ride NEVER stops!
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Oh...and God is still good anyway. (I'll bring this fear up to my onc when I go 9/25)
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Perfect way to end my night, I was having a pretty good week. The I heard a neighbor talking about me and saying maybe her mother is calling her home. My mother passed in 2001 not cancer. Then as always I came here to look at your posts to give me strength, and once again you picked me off the floor. Thank you ladies and here's one from me
Anyway I talked to a lady last week , she was a receptionist she is 8 years out and as she said not looking back LOL
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My Mom is 96 years old and a 47 year survivor. No Chemo, No Rads. Bi Lat radical mastectomy. I think they cut halfway to her elbows and a big Y on her chest. Back in 1962 I do not think they did stage or grade and surely no er/pr or Her2. Mom was 49 when dx, I was 62, so I feel lucky that it took that long for me to get it. I was 16 and my sister was 10. Mom called in us into the bedroom and showed us her scars. To this day, sis and I wonder what she was thinking in showing us.
I know I will probably not make it to 47 years, but I am counting myself as a 9 month survivor, from my surgery. 16 months since dx. Hugs for all, Nancy
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Wow a 47 year survivor, that truely inspired me, it is so great to share survivor stories, I know when I was diagnosed at 33 years of age with a 6 week old baby, I was so needy to hear of people who had survived bc. At that time I didn't have a computer, wow how things all changed. I have been going into bc chat now for nearly 5 years and have met so many people, I love to tell them I am a nearly 20 year survivor, my anniversay is in Feb and I think I should do something special to celebrate, but to be honest every day is a celebration day. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to survivors
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Hey, LeftyAKANancy...wouldnt it be kinda cool if you WERE a 47 year survivor?
I'd LOVE THAT! (Well, maybe you wouldnt love that tho, LOL!)Badbabe...20 YEARS, woohoo! I'm am so glad for you! It must have been such an incredibly tough ordeal 6 weeks after having your child...and now s/he's all grown up!!! That inspires ME as I have 4 children in the middle of growing up, and I would like to see them and their children.
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CONGRATULATIONS Badbabe!!!!!!!!!!! WoHoooo!!!!!!
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this is a great thread--- and I am going to make it my favorite!!!
two stories-- first- when I first met with my surgeon last November, there was an older woman in the waiting room. She stood up and told us all we would be just fine--that she was 85 and it was her third time and she was just fine!!! I gave her a big hug.
In my first meeting with my onc, she said "this is 2009 and bc is a curable disease and that is the plan".... I was shocked b/c I did not know this.... and from that point on, I considered myself cured. I had a lumpectomy, chemo, radiation and AI.... it was a small lump with clear margins and no nodes.... I know that recurrence is always possible, but I prefer to think of myself as cured and focus on that---doing all the healthy things I was doing BEFORE this happened..... and just living my life.
Like many of you, I have met many people who have had b/c and who had it before there were any kinds of therapies or breast-conserving surgeries... and they are all fine. I think it is true, that, as my surgeon says, the vast majority of women do not have recurrence......
curable is a word we can use.....
carole
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Love seeing more stories!
Diana63.. Sorry to hear you were having a bad night. These boards will pick you right up!!!! I'm so sorry your neighbor made you have bad thoughts!
Badbabe56.. I was 7 months pregnant with my son when I found mine. My daughter was 9 at the time. My baby boy and I went through it all together.. chemo, surgery, his birth, then more chemo after he was born and more surgeries. He is now 2 and my daughter is turning 12 next month! Thank you for sharing your story
Look.. here's another great story:
At www.moments-with-mary.com, Mary, in 1979, at age 32, found a lump the size of a pea that grew to the size of a large orange withint 10 days! She says "The doctors told me to get my affairs in order; I might have six months to a year to live". That was YEARSSS ago!
Big WOW!!! amazing amazing amazing!
With God all things are possible!!! BELIEVE it and receive it!!!!!
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Hi badbabe...haven't seen you here for a while! I met you in chat. I am about 2 years behind you..coming up 18 years in Jan.
You're right...there was no internet forums back then. I kept going to the library and looking up out of date medical books to try to find out info about my dx.
I love it that this thread has been going since 2003!
hugs
jezza
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9/16/09
My Paternal gramma had BC in 1929,they removed her breast,and i believe my older sister told me all she had was radiation treatments,not even as many as they give today.Anyway she lived another 60 years and died at the age of 94 in 1973.
I wanna live long like my gramma!!!
Kathi
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WOW kathimdgd.. 1929? That's amazing!.. and 60 years later! What an awesome story!
I remember my SIL telling my story to a woman who said to her "you tell her she is going to be just fine, I am a 30yr survivor"
God is good!
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I needed to revisit this thread today. I am feeling afraid of the cancer coming back someday soon...of not knowing the outcome.
I read Farila's posts a couple pages back and she mentioned her life was so amazing because she had to fight for it. I have to learn to be that way. I'm more of an "Eeyore." Lord help me surrender to You but FIGHT!
I pray we are ALL still reading these posts 40 years from now!!!!
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Dearest sisters,
Four years ago today, I waited nervously for the entire morning and tried to keep myself busy on the computer. What was I waiting for? I was waiting to go to the doctor, so he could tell me, "It came back cancer."
I knew it the moment my husband found my lump. He saved my life, and I will never be able to fully share with him how tremendous of a husband he really is-I don't know what kind of words can completely portray that message. When my husband said, "When was the last time you did a breast exam?", and put my hand on the lump he had felt, my heart sank.I did do self exams on a fairly regular basis, but as a woman with "lumpy boobs" it became so monotonous to me that I often let it lapse to a once every other month occurrence.
I also just had my yearly check up with my gyno, and came up all clear.
However, that moment I felt that lump, I KNEW it wasn't right. It felt as hard as a rock. It was HUGE. It was sickening.I tried to reassure him (him? I mean myself....) that my boobs always got lumpy between my period cycles. I said I would wait till my period came (due about a week later), and if it didn't change, I'd get it checked.
I poked at my breast constantly that whole weekend and hoped/prayed the lump would go away. "Maybe it was just the angle we were poking at it," I'd think to myself as I poked and prodded so hard my breast turned red.We had been trying to get pregnant as of that very month. I was feeling tired and nauseous, and my BOOB hurt. NOT my boobs. Nonetheless, I was excited and was sure I had a baby growing inside me. Yep, I was giving birth; just to cancer instead of a child.
I couldn't take the nagging feeling I had and called for an appointment that Monday. I had the sonogram and mammogram, and with both tests, I had such a horrible feeling. Both tests took forever! The techs would just say, "Oh, the doctor wanted a different angle....." and took TONS of pictures.
When the doctor came in, I really knew it wasn't right. She said, "It's up to you, but I think you might want to do a biopsy. I'm concerned with the irregular borders I am seeing."Oh, the whirlwind of emotions! Denial! Anger! Fear! Sadness! Confusion! What?!?! This couldn't be! Besides, what the he** did that even MEAN??!! I had no idea what those terms meant back then. Four years later, I am in the process of writing a book!
I had to wait nearly two weeks for the biopsy, and that is when I came to breastcancer.org. I grew to love the women here instantly. What an amazing resource I had right before my eyes. I was on the computer constantly, chatting away and asking question after question.Four years ago today, my husband, 15 month old son and I walked nervously into a small room where we had to wait for our lives to be forever changed. The doctor who did my biopsy came in, avoiding eye contact, and in a sing-song voice, said, "Hello! How are you today?" He smiled awkwardly, looking at the enormous packet of slides, and the giant breast cancer book he held.
He said, "I'm afraid I have a bomb to drop on you. It came back cancer....." He continued on with a flurry of statements that I just heard as "cancercancercancercancercancercancercancercancer"He stopped briefly and looked at my glassy blank eyes, saying "Are you ok?!?" I nodded and didn't say a word. I failed to tell him that I had no idea what he was telling me, because I didn't speak "cancer" very well. I didn't tell him that instead of listening to him, I concentrated on my baby, who was happily eating soggy Cheerios from his stroller.
After he finished talking I asked him all the questions I was told to ask him (thank you, all the women who taught me!). He had no answers, handed me a yellow post-it note with a name and number, and said, "I wish you all the best, do you need a moment in here?" I nodded, and began a high-pitched wail that lasted for what seemed to be an eternity.
I clung to my husband, who held on just as tightly to me and let me cry. I remember sitting on that cheap sofa, and my husband getting up and moving closer to me so I could reach him better. I buried my face in his lap and screamed. Every time the tears began to slow down, I'd re-hear the doctor....
"I'm afraid I have a bomb to drop......cancercancercancercancercancer......"I looked at my sweet, precious baby who sat unknowingly in his stroller, happily eating and oblivious the entire time. I needed my baby and held on to him, afraid to let go. My sweet boy had no idea what was happening to Mommy. He obediently let Daddy pull him out of the stroller so his Mommy could hold on tight.
It was almost as if I was afraid that if I didn't clutch my husband and son with all my might, I'd lose them.
Or, worse, that they'd lose me.
Oh, the things that have happened since September 29th, 2005. All the things that went wrong....the doctor I was referred to that day had no idea I was told to come to her, and had no openings until a month later. Like I was going sit idly and wait?
I was told that there was time to wait, because it takes years for cancer to grow inside of you. However, my tumor was GROWING before our very eyes. I had a high-grade cancer, and to this day I am so glad I took it upon myself to say, "SCREW you, I'm not waiting," I went to the American cancer society president, and a winner of the MacArthur genius grant almost immediately. How is it I got in to see them so quickly?!?! Oh, the Lord was working His ways.It was the genius doctor who saved me from that point. She determined that my tumor was simply out of control, and while it looked to be only 2.3 cm on the surface, it went back to my chest wall and was anywhere between 7-10 cm.
I did pre-op chemo, which had its own list of mishaps. I had infections galore, missed lots of treatments due to bad blood counts, and had to remind my doctor at the end of treatment that he OWED me some treatments! I learned to FIGHT for myself.
I had my bilateral mastectomy with immediate reconstruction on June 15th of 2006. The morning of surgery, my husband took a short video of me without my top on, and took pictures of my once huge DD boobs. It makes me cry when I see the video-not because I miss my huge boobs (I do, by the way), but because I looked so sick and so terrified. I've only watched that video a handful of times. I can't bear to look.
So, my amazing husband took care of me, even helping me to bathe. What a precious man he was during my 6 weeks of recovery. Don't get me wrong, we fought like crazy, because we had not spent so much constant time together since we were dating. Nonetheless, he gave so much of himself to me. Again, how do you thank someone for something like that?
I had 36 radiation treatments, and made the rads team a hotdog cake with hamburger cookies and french fry cake pieces. I attached a note saying, "Some things were meant to be fried, grilled, and broiled. My breasts aren't one of those things!" I loved my rads team.
Now that I am four years since dx., I am piecing my life back together. I am getting back into life slowly but surely. I still deal with lots of pain issues, but I have MS too, so who knows what is causing it?!?!
Not a day goes by where I don't think of parts of my cancer journey. I still wear my CANCER SUCKS t-shirts, and talk openly to anyone who questions it. I stop people in the stores who are clearly going through chemo and talk to them. I have flashed dozens of curious women my braless chest. I don't care if they see it. I have no humility, and besides, cancer loves to try and make us as uncomfortable with our bodies as possible. Dangit-I am NOT going to let cancer win that struggle. Screw you, cancer.
I totally mean that, by the way. SCREW CANCER! This year brought an entirely new bout of fun for our family. After more than a year of begging any doctor I knew to listen to me, I finally found out I had colon cancer.
Good Lord. I mean that one too. GOOD LORD! The Lord had been very good to us by helping us somehow detect that cancer. I had been pushing and pushing for a doctor to test me. I had a colonoscopy, and an endoscopy. While the endoscopy showed that I had gastritis ("Whoo-hoo" was my response to that one, if I remember correctly), the colonoscopy was different.
I had woken up several times during the procedure. I grabbed the nurse standing beside me, begging and pleading with her to stop what they were doing because "I COULD FEEL IT!!!" I had never felt so powerless in my life.
As I was coming to in the recovery room (and tooting a symphony of farts, I might add), the Doctor came in. "You had two polyps. I removed one, but because of the location of the other one, you will have to have surgery to remove it." At this point, I clearly remember thinking, "Phhfft! Whatever. Surgery. Bah." Then he dropped the C bomb on me.
Cancercancercancercancercancer.....................
I began to cry in between toots. My son intently watched PBS Kids shows and my Dear Hubby began to get a vacant look in his eye.
We were told we would find out the initial path reports in about 5 days. I waited in sheer misery. Again?! Come on, already!
At 4:59 on the promised day, I was finally given a phone call. I was told the polyp was benign. However, I was still encouraged to have surgery. I saw my PCP the next day, and he hollered, "That polyp is huge! You need to get it out, NOW!"
Before I knew it, I was scheduled for a right hemicolectomy. The surgery was 3 days later, and it was beyond what I could imagine. When I woke up that night, a nurse's aide was yanking a pillow out from behind me (to get to the NG tube and flush it). The sudden movement caused a wave of intense spasms that continued for over 2 days. They were so intense that I had difficulty breathing, and they would knock me over as I would attempt to walk a few steps.
I felt cocky. I had gone into this surgery thinking I was a pro, and instead, I felt like a fool.
Once again, I had to succumb to what cancer was demanding of me. I had to do this in order to become victorious. I HAD to gnash my teeth in pain while I attempt to turn over. I HAD to utter strange sounds and wails while I felt spasms overtake my body while I walked. I HAD to accept help, or I would never recover.
So, cancer had another brief affair with the body I once thought I knew and understood. It took approximately a month before I truly began to feel functional. However-it's been about 6 months since the surgery and I still feel pain, discomfort, and can never again eat the foods I once loved.
Cancer has changed me, and while I would NEVER want to go through this again, I am grateful for what I have learned during this journey. I have learned to appreciate my husband who can drive me crazy at times. When he makes me nuts, I remember all that he did for me.The different thing about this year is that I have learned that it did not matter how much I tried to acknowledge my husband's loyalty to my recovery and his love for me, the chronic stress can finally catch up with the person who loves you most on this earth. While he really did believe my previous cancer was just a bump in our proverbial road, this time has really shaken his confidence in my recovery. He has been given the most difficult taste of "fight or flight syndrome" ever imaginable. While my body has been given a diagnosis of NED, my loving husband now lives in worry and fear of something else slamming into our lives.
Why do I share this with you? I can't beg you all enough to look at your loved one/caregiver/spouse, and really, truly ask how they are. Grab onto each other's hand, look each other in the eye, and assure one another that you have both made it through another day.
Just remind each other that even though cancer has marched in and out (and perhaps in and out and in and out) of your lives, you will still experience "normal" illness. Cancer does not make us exempt from living the life we once knew. We had worked so hard on making sure I was well that we neglected the well-being of my husband. We have to now acknowledge that we will always "live" with cancer, but we have to trust that I am NOT dying from it.
I have learned to appreciate each and every precious moment I have with my baby. The same principal applies-he is a 5 year old who can make me crazy, yet I am so glad I have that opportunity to experience him growing up. In the last year alone, I have been blessed with the opportunity to watch my Cheerio-eating son go to kindergarten, find a best friend, go to play dates, write his name, read books out loud, ride a bike, and the list goes on. My son caught me watching him with a bemused expression as he played with two crayons. He had an entire dialogue going on between Purple and Red. "I'm the best crayon! No, I am the best one! Look, I get to color the picture and you don't! No!!! I wanted to do it! Go away, Purple!" When he caught me grinning at him with a goofy sort of glee, he asked what I was doing. I answered, "Soaking it all in, sweet child."
Cancer changed my son just as it changed my husband and I. He tells every person that sees our car that his Mommy is a survivor, "can't you tell?" When I go to the doctor with my son in tow, he prepares his bag of toys and brings a snack. As I lay down for exams, he reaches up and pokes at my belly and foobs just like my doctor does. Because of cancer, my son faces his fears head-on. He has learned to be fiercely independent (because Mommy didn't always feel good). He has also developed a gentle nature. While we find ourselves collapsing beneath the stress of it all, our son reaches up and gives us a hug at the moment we need it.
This past summer, I had my son enrolled in a 3 week long, intensive physical therapy camp. My foob had ruptured the second week (for no apparent reason). I had the option of going to my original surgeon two days later, but that would have meant taking my son out of the therapy that was teaching him so much. I chose to go for two weeks with a deflated foob (I walked all over Chicago with a lopsided chest). The experience made me realize that I have finally graduated to the next level...the level where the inconvenience of cancer will never invade my life AGAIN.
"And if it turns out it's over too fast, I'll make every last moment last"
I love you all, and pray for each of us!
Love and prayers, Deb
Diagnosis: 9/29/2005, IDC, 6cm+, Stage II, Grade 3, 0/7 nodes, ER-/PR-, HER2- [Edit] [Delete]0 -
Beautiful, Deb! Thank you for sharing your journey. May you be around for another 90 years!
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Thank you Debs. Stay joyous xxxxxxx
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bump cuz I need to read these again!
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I am a success story today - I was diagnosed last June,had bilateral mast, hysterectomy, reconstruction, finished chemo last Nov, finished radiation last Feb. and today I ran a half marathon in 2:17. I blew my knee out at mile 7 but kept running - I figured I lived through worse.
MRI is scheduled for tomorrow and probably knee surgery next week but I freaking did it.
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Congratulations Everyminute, you are definitely a success story, I hope you knee feels better soon 0
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Everyminute... Thank you for running. But very sorry it cost your knee.
Get Better soon.
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Everyminute-
Great Job!!! You and i were diagnosed the same month with similar statistics but there is NO WAY I could run a half marathon! Walking is just fine with me! I'm thrilled for you but very sorry about your knee! Congrats!!
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congratulataions!
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Deb .. Your post is a wonderful encouragement to people touched by cancer. Cancer really sucks.
Congratulations every minute and so sorry about the knee
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Everyminute: That is a success story. Hope your knee is ok and that maybe you won't need the surgery. Congrats
Mandy
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Thanks for starting this Michelle. Unfortunately, I do not have any stories to contribute. I know they are out there though!! And, we all need to hear about them so badly.
Bev
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I met a woman whose mother is a 15 year stage 3 survivor!
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Hey, Guys!
Just heard another success story...I was having breakfast with a friend I havent seen since the cancer thing happened (work friend), and she said her sister in law is 13 years out from stage 3 BC, so that's AWESOME! Of course, I had to ask how long because in my mind, I was thinking, "I cant wait to post this on the success stories." We always need encouragement!!!!
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