Chapter One
The Journey BeginsTwenty-five-year-old Tonya had experienced her share of transitions.
In a little over a year she had married and was now
seven months pregnant. As a nurse in an obstetrician's office, she
previously had experienced the joy of a new life coming into the
world with countless women. Now at last it was her turn. As
she felt the baby move and kick, her mind raced ahead to the drastic
changes her life would undergo in just two more months when
her baby boy made his appearance. Then one day Tonya brushed
across her breast and stopped a moment. Did she notice something
new, a lump? Not a lump, really, Tonya assured herself. It's more like
a clogged milk duct. At her next appointment with her obstetrician,
she told him about it.
Next thing she knew, she was on her way to see a radiologist for
an ultrasound. After imaging the area, the radiologist studied the
results for what seemed to Tonya like hours.
Finally he said, "You know, I just don't believe this is malignant."
Well, that's good, Tonya thought. I never dreamed it really might be.
Tonya's obstetrician wanted her to see a surgeon, who recommended
a mammogram followed by a biopsy.
Tonya was from a small town about eighty miles from the large
city where her surgery was to be done. Since the biopsy was early in
the morning, her parents took a second car so Tonya and her mom
could shop for baby items when the procedure was over. Her husband
and her dad would head back home. Tonya and her mom
would have plenty of time after the procedure to make an event of
the trip, so Tonya made a mental list of the stores she didn't want to
miss.
During the biopsy, Tonya joked and talked with her surgeon.
Then somebody came into the surgical suite and all conversation
ended.
Tonya was puzzled when she was placed in a private alcove in
the recovery room. Most patients were in a larger area with just curtains
separating the beds. They probably want to check the baby, she
surmised. Her family joined her along with her surgeon. She noticed
tears in her surgeon's eyes. And then the unimaginable happened.
The surgeon used the words "BREAST CANCER."
As a physician who has had to say those words to many women,
I know that the first time any woman hears them, the world stops
for a moment. Nobody is prepared to hear the report, even if a family
member or close friend has had cancer, even if you suspected
before the biopsy, even if . There is a world of difference between
thinking I might have cancer and having that fear confirmed.
First Responses
I've found that, most of the time, patients hear little else of whatever
the physician says at that time. You are numb, shocked, flooded
with questions for which you want immediate answers. These are
normal responses. Often women say their first thought is, I'm going
to die. Fortunately, that isn't true. Most will recover. But the fear of
death and the intrusion of a dreaded enemy eclipse everything else
at that moment.
Tonya, now recovered and healthy, says, "I remember little
about that time. I recall the room, and my husband, John, holding
my hand. My mother held my forehead. I remember thinking, Oh,
my God, how is this possible? My surgeon told me, 'You're going home
today, and I would like to see you back tomorrow. Bring all of your
questions, and we'll talk about what we need to do.' I thought that
was good and bad-bad because I wanted to know right then, but
good because it gave me a chance to gain some perspective."
Have you, too, felt the frightening impact of the words, "You
have breast cancer"? Did you feel your life had taken a jarring turn
in a dreadful direction?
Cancer is a rude travel companion, bringing with it several suitcases
stuffed to overflowing with stress enhancers and expecting
you to carry the luggage! It demands to have its own way and has
no concern for the itinerary you had created for yourself. It doesn't
care that your family has needs, that you're trying to hold down a
job or advance your career, that its presence strains your relationships
with those closest to you. It's indifferent to the physical, emotional,
and spiritual havoc it wreaks. It sets its own schedule and
pays no attention to your pleas to stop for a break.
As breast cancer's unwilling travel companion, do you feel
you've lost control of all that's important to you? Do you struggle
between focusing on the myriad of questions to which you want
answers and concentrating on the flood of emotions you're experiencing?
If so, your response is normal, I assure you.
Many women have journeyed this way before you-you are not
alone. In reality you are in the company of hundreds of thousands
of resilient women.
As a surgeon who specializes in breast cancer, I have had the
privilege of caring for many of these women. Over my nearly
twenty years in this role, I have developed tremendous respect for
the women who have faced this terrifying disrupter of their lives.
They have shown themselves to be women of strength, fortitude,
courage, and humor. Not that they didn't feel afraid, weary, and
overwhelmed many times, but my respect came as I saw them move
forward through the journey, regardless of what life asked them to
face.
The book you hold in your hand is designed with you in mind.
Together we will explore your questions, your emotions, and-be
sure to catch this next step-your options. Yes, you do have options.
I plan to lay out a map for you to follow on your journey so you can
look ahead to the upcoming "destinations" and find spiritual
turnouts that can provide you with respite. Along the way I'll
explain new terms as well as potential twists and turns. This is a
book about how to care for yourself, how to trust God's care, and
how to lean on the care of loved ones as you journey through breast
cancer. It is a book about receiving the care you need during this
time.
Facing the Emotions
Have you noticed that the rush of questions and emotions seems
overwhelming? Most women in your circumstances have said the
same thing. So let's start there, as we clear some of the fog that may
be clouding your vision. Then we will follow with a discussion of
your options.
The following responses to the pronouncement of breast cancer
are typical.
Sandy, 58, found that she could say, "It is a cancer" or "It is a
diagnosis of cancer." What she avoided saying was, "I have cancer."
She didn't want to feel like it was hers or a part of her. She wonders
if it will be easier to say, "I had cancer."
Karen, 59, suspected something was wrong when she noticed a
periodic twinge of pain in her right breast. "One night, as I was getting
into bed, I thought, I need to go into the bathroom and look at my
breast. I had never paid much attention to my body. And I never
looked at myself in the mirror, despite the whole bathroom being
covered in mirrors. But when I felt my breast, I could feel two lumps
under the nipple, and the nipple was dimpled. I had ignored some
signals I should have listened to. I immediately pulled out my medical
encyclopedia and realized I probably had breast cancer.
"I took it to the Lord right away. I remember saying to him, 'I
know there is nothing more I can do except seek medical counsel as
soon as possible.' I asked him to take away the tumors, but I also
told him that if he didn't, then I knew he had a higher purpose, and
that I was willing to submit to his will."
A mammogram the next day confirmed Karen's fears.
Karen felt she had ignored the signs of a problem and had to
deal with guilt. "I had to just confess it and ask God to forgive me.
There wasn't anything I could do about it now. I also knew that I
wouldn't have been able to prevent cancer. I just might have found
it sooner."
With God's help, Karen changed the guilt into conviction. Guilt
lays like a heavy weight on our shoulders, and it brings no benefit
with it. Conviction allows us to acknowledge a poor choice and to
make a change.
The Big "Why"
Discovery of breast cancer evokes questions about why, when,
and how it happened. These thoughts and the feelings that accompany
them are normal. In a culture steeped with cause-and-effect
relationships, the patient and family often seek to find a culprit or
something to blame to help make sense of all this. Was it the stress
in her life? Perhaps it was the estrogen she was taking in
menopause. Maybe it was her diet. She knows it was too high in fat
and deficient in fruits and vegetables.
Women who eat right, exercise right, and do everything right
still get breast cancer. (For more about risk factors, see Appendix A.)
More is being learned every day about injuries to the cell's DNA,
the "command center" of a cell that starts the problem. Damage to
this command center causes the cell to do things it's not supposed
to do, such as dividing uncontrollably. But while we understand
more of what happens to an individual cell to make it go bad, no one
can predict when or to whom this will happen on an individual basis.
Risk factors by themselves cannot explain it. Most women diagnosed
with breast cancer have no known risk factors.
Sandy's breast cancer was found when her doctor felt a lump during
her annual physical. "On my doctor's desk was my normal mammogram
report from the previous week," Sandy said. This made his
finding all the more surprising. As her doctor explained, mammograms
and physical examination of the breasts are complementary,
detecting different things. Each procedure, by itself, can miss things
the other technique can detect. The two together give greater accuracy.
In Sandy's case, her breast tissue was dense, which meant there
was little contrast between the normal breast tissue and the cancer on
the mammogram. But because she followed through with an examination
by her physician, the cancer was detected.
Moving Forward
Women look back and scour the last year or six months for what
they or someone else could have done differently to detect their cancer.
While that's a normal response to a cancer diagnosis, it wastes
emotional energy on something that cannot be changed. That energy
is needed for the battle ahead. The best tactic is to move on and focus
on winning the battle.
That is what Tonya did. Because she's from a small community,
the word had spread by the time she and her family arrived
home. And the word everyone received was, "It's cancer, and we
hear it's bad."
Several friends had gathered at her parents' home. After offering
expressions of concern, the men drifted off to find comfort in work.
Eventually the women went their way as well. Tonya and her mom
were left to talk. They considered the worst things that could happen:
What if the baby didn't make it? What if the baby had a problem?
What if the cancer was worse than they had imagined? They
turned each negative over in their minds as if they were examining
a complex puzzle. (The baby was born early but healthy.) Facing the
fear decreased the power of the fear. You're likely to find the same
is true for you, too.
Putting the cancer out on the table also allowed them to take it
to God. "I think that helped us to gain perspective," Tonya said.
"And it allowed us to rely on our faith as we moved forward."
God is not an intruder. Instead, he waits for us to turn to him
with our hurts and questions. As we acknowledge to him our fear,
anger, and doubt, we invite his response. And he never fails to
respond. Even if we don't understand the answers to all our questions,
God steps in. As trust grows we see, in time, that he truly has
our best interests in mind and that he moves in our lives with love,
kindness, and wisdom beyond our comprehension.
Tonya sat down and wrote out every question that occurred to
her-and she had a lot of questions. That in itself was therapeutic.
Customized Coping
Identifying questions and facing your emotions are the healthiest
ways to begin the journey through breast cancer. Beyond just the
physical challenge, family dynamics change and emotions ride a
roller coaster. You can experience a deep healing, both physically and
emotionally, or give in to unhealthy patterns that become entrenched
if those responses are pursued.
After learning she had breast cancer, Jody, 45, set about putting
her house in order, literally. "I planned to work hard on the house
and try to get the kids' photo albums and other projects completed
as well as see family and friends. There's a lot I can do to prepare. I
really shouldn't think of my life as being on hold as I have been since
the diagnosis."
Coping patterns are as individual as the women themselves. The
amount and type of information a woman wants and needs are different.
Some immediately search for all possible information. They
collect books, contact organizations, search the Internet, and talk to
friends. Others want only the essential information immediately and
prefer to seek out more details later-or never. Both are very legitimate
ways of coping.
There is no one-size-fits-all mold. Ask yourself what has been
helpful to you in the past. When facing challenges, do you find that
a stack of books and information empower you or overwhelm you?
Does being surrounded by people energize you or drain you?
You can be more resourceful than you may realize. Your spiritual
background and coping skills will help you. After all, you have
faced crises before. Draw strength from those spiritual and emotional
sources that you've already cultivated. Recognize that each
family member may take a different path to healing, and give room
to those differences.
Sheila talked with her priest after she learned she had breast cancer.
She asked for prayer, but she didn't tell anyone else. She didn't
even tell her two grown sons right away. Then she told her youngest,
who was living at home. For Sheila, waiting to tell others helped her
to sort through her own feelings and emotions and to feel more in
control. Eventually she did tell her church family, which provided
overwhelming love and support. She found particularly thoughtful
a woman who offered a spontaneous prayer for Sheila's healing.
Sharon, 40, found out about the cancer on Monday, but she
didn't cry until Tuesday night. When her family was told about the
diagnosis, "panic ensued." That's how she describes it. She felt she
couldn't fall apart because she needed to be strong for her kids.
Waiting until Wednesday to discuss it in depth with her surgeon
was almost unbearably difficult for Sharon.
Lola, 62, kept her focus on the Lord. "Before I knew the results
of the biopsy," she recalls, "I sat behind two friends of mine in
church. One had lupus and the other rheumatoid arthritis. That put
my situation in perspective for me."
Continues.