A woman’s risk of breast cancer approximately doubles if she has a first-degree relative (mother, sister, daughter) who has been diagnosed with breast cancer. About 15% of women who get breast cancer have a family member diagnosed with it.
– From http://www.breastcancer.org/symptoms/understand_bc/statistics
As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I asked my sister Alyssa if she would also contribute a post for this blog, which she sent to me last night. A few things need to be said before we get to my sister’s post. Alyssa and I are the two youngest of 5 kids. While all of us “kids” are within 2 years of one another, she and I have a different relationship with one another than we do with our other siblings.
We talk or at least text every day. When one of our husband’s is out of town, we are the other’s “safety buddy.” We will tell each other when we’re going somewhere, when we get home, when we’re going to bed or wake up, and remind the other to lock the doors and windows. Until I got married, Alyssa was the focal point of my love and the highlight of my days. I told her everything, and possibly WAY TOO MUCH at times (especially on weekends after 2 a.m.) any time I got a chance to talk with her. She was busy with her husband and young family, but she always made time for me then – just like she does now.
Alyssa has been a stay at home mom since her first born made his debut 12 years ago, and she’s damn amazing at it. She cooks, cleans, chauffeurs, manages schedules and homework and still has a laugh every day. She is so sweet to her husband and kids, but that’s just her nature. She is loved, needed and relied upon in her immediate and extended families. She’s also secretly a devil, and I mean this in the nicest way possible. She is sweet, shy, reserved until you mess with her family; then she will scratch your eyes out and possibly break a glass vase over your head (totally a fictional scenario…).
I bring these things up because my Alyssa is someone else’s wife, sister, mother, cousin or best friend. And while some people have recently said that having the entire month of October for Breast Cancer Awareness is too much, I disagree. If not for Alyssa’s cancer, I probably wouldn’t have discovered my own genetic mutation and developed breast cancer myself. I can’t help but assume there are so many other families out there with a genetic risk that just isn’t thought of or accounted for. All of us kids knew that my mom had a hysterectomy at a very young age because she was “riddled with tumors”, but it never occurred to us that this equated to an inherited risk for cancer. So, please, let’s continue raising awareness, having discussions, and hopefully working towards a cure.
And now, after too much from me, here is my Alyssa:
I am a 34 year old married, mother of three and am a breast cancer survivor that carries the BRCA 1 gene. I was diagnosed with Stage 1 breast cancer in February 2010 at the age of 30. I found the lump in my breast by chance of all things. I hopped into bed on a cold night in January with my bra on, and the underwire in my bra pressed on the lump in my breast. I did not know that within one month of finding that lump, my life would be changed forever.
Everything happened so fast after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was diagnosed with Stage 1 breast cancer, and my cancer was aggressive so my doctors wanted to move fast. All of the doctors I saw, from my nurse practitioner who ordered the ultrasound of my breast, to the radiologist who biopsied my breast, to the first oncologist I met with, were shocked that I had breast cancer. They were shocked because of my age and the family history I gave them, which was little. At the time I only knew of my aunt on my dad’s side having breast cancer, but not the details of her cancer. I knew my mom had a hysterectomy in her late twenties, but it was never clearly explained to me why. My doctors had not had a patient my age with so little occurrence of breast cancer in the family. After meeting with the first oncologist my husband and I were bombarded with information. There seemed to be multiple scenarios, with multiple treatments. None of the doctors were 100% certain of the best route for treatment, because the doctors did not know why I had breast cancer. It was recommended I meet with a genetic specialist.
Meeting with my genetic counselor was one of the best things I could have done. After talking with her, and discussing all the information she could give me, I chose to have the genetic testing. During our meetings I discovered more about my family’s history of cancer, that I was a BRCA 1 carrier, that there is a 50% chance my son and two daughters may be carriers, & there was a 50% chance any of my three sisters could be a carrier. It was discovered my younger sister is also a BRCA 1 carrier. We are the 50% out of the four sisters in my family that carry the mutation. Shera chose to have the DIEP breast reconstruction to reduce her chances of breast cancer. If you are reading this, then you already know of my amazing sister.
With my diagnoses of breast cancer and carrying the BRCA 1 gene I decided that I wanted to reduce my risks of recurrence and elected to have a bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction at a later time, and a total hysterectomy. For me, this was the best choice. I was not hesitant about these choices. I knew I wanted to have my bilateral mastectomy first. I knew I did not want to have my reconstruction done at the time of my mastectomy. I thought implants were the route I would take, but I did not want to deal with the multiple visits to the surgeon’s office while going through chemotherapy and a total hysterectomy.
When I was done with chemo and recovered from my hysterectomy I went to see a plastic surgeon about my reconstruction. He went into great length of the reconstruction process, my expectations, and answered all my questions. After he left the room I had photos taken of my chest, and scheduled my appointment for pre surgery for breast implants. I thought this was the next step in the plan I had made many months before. This was what was supposed to happen next. So I couldn’t figure out why I felt so sad. Was it because my breasts wouldn’t be as big as I thought they would be? I always wanted to be a C cup if I had implants, and when I was told I did not have the skin for that size after my mastectomy I thought to myself, “Well, why the hell am I doing this?” Or was I sad because after looking at the photos of reconstructed breasts using implants, the breasts looked odd to me. Or was it the reason I knew, but didn’t want to admit.
When I arrived home I talked to my husband about my visit, and when I was finished talking my husband asked, “If this is what you want to do, why are you so sad?” I told him I no longer felt like I wanted to do the reconstruction, but I felt I had to. I felt it was the expectations of everyone else. I read multiple articles, and talked to multiple doctors and reconstruction was always hand in hand with mastectomies. Whether it was at the time of the mastectomy or further down the road. But after my consultation, I realized that the outcome of reconstruction was not going to be what I had envisioned. So did I really want to go through all of that to only be disappointed in the end? I also felt strongly that I did not WANT to have this surgery. I just didn’t want it. I wanted my body to be left alone. In the end I decided not to have reconstruction.
I decided the next best thing would be breast prosthetics. I went to my designated prosthetics company and was fitted for the size of prosthetics I wanted. I figured I would wear my prosthetics during the day, and remove them at night. That only lasted a few weeks. It felt odd having breasts in the way again after not having breasts for almost a year. I enjoyed not wearing a bra, and not having to worry about breasts without a bra on. I occasionally wear my prosthetics, but I’ve worn them probably twice in the past two years.
I’ve gone through ups and downs with the decision of not having reconstruction after my mastectomy. My downs are due to a handful of reasons. I was worried if my husband would still find me attractive without breasts. Would my kids be teased at school for their mom looking different? Will I figure out how to wear women’s clothing and have it still look cute, and not droop in the front where breasts are supposed to fill that area? I find comfort and confidence in the answers I’ve received to these questions. My husband still calls me his beautiful wife, my kids tell their friends, classmates, & whoever asks that their mom had breast cancer, and I can still rock an outfit that I feel makes me look cute!
I am still self conscious at times of my choice, but it’s my choice. Maybe one day I will change my mind. Maybe I will never change my mind. I know no matter what I choose I will always have the support of my husband, my kids, my sister who’s been through her own journey and continues on it, my other two sisters who support us, my family, and my friends.
I’ve attached photos of my scars so you are able to see what my scars looks like almost 4 years after my bilateral mastectomy.
I hope this helps!
~Alyssa
Alyssa after mastectomy
Alyssa photo 2
Alyssa mastectomy photo 3
Alyssa mastectomy photo 4
Alyssa and John visiting us in Seattle this summer.
There are no words for how much I love my sister. Every time this song comes on, I think of her.
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