The Whole You: Is it Hot in Here?

Getting good breast cancer care means caring for yourself as a whole person—understanding how cancer impacts you physically, emotionally and spiritually. This is why we’re hosting Wellness Weekend, a three-day event that combines our annual fall conference, Breast Cancer Today: Individual Treatments, Shared Experiences, and Yoga on the Steps: Denver. In anticipation of the Denver, Colorado weekend, Randi Rentz kicks off our blogging series, The Whole You, with a post about a side effect that impacts a number women of who undergo hormonal therapy for hormone-positive breast cancer – menopause.

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Ah, summertime. Long, sunny days. Outdoor cookouts. Lounging by the pool.

Say what??? Make that: Long, sweaty days. Internal cook-offs. Lunging for the pool.

Summer can be difficult if you’re in the midst of perimenopause or menopause. Geez! I first experienced menopausal experiences while receiving chemo. It got worse once I went on  tamoxifen. I also had to have a hysterectomy, which totally threw me for a loop. That procedure, of course, put me in permanent SCREAMING and KICKING menopause.

For those of you who have experienced menopause – naturally occurring or induced by cancer treatment – you know exactly what I mean when I say that hot flashes absolutely STINK!! Not only do they rock your world in a moment’s notice with absolutely no warning, but they (at least mine) are all consuming and utterly UNCOMFORTABLE! Well, let me be more specific: the truth of the matter is that my mind is a wasteland of emptiness during which I am at a complete and total loss of words when a hot flash comes on. They so overwhelm me.

Irritability, mood swings, sudden burst of crying. They’re all part of this new phase in my life. I am now menopause symptomatic (a.k.a. Itchy, Bitchy, Sweaty, Sleepy, Bloated, Forgetful and Psycho).

The number one symptom for me: hot flashes, cold flashes and night sweats. Now, these aren’t the sweats of relaxation you’d feel in a sauna, or the rewarding ones indicating you’ve just exercised This is more like: OMG, I’m on F%$#ing fire.  Call 9-1-1….Nooow! Continue reading

Connection, Information and Inspiration: Wellness Weekend

Wellness Weekend brings together two of our most popular programs, our annual fall conference, Breast Cancer Today: Individual Treatments, Shared Experienceswith our signature fundraising eventYoga on the StepsRead this letter from Catherine L. Ormerod, LBBC’s vice president of programs and partnerships, to learn about this event in Denver from September 18 – September 20, 2015.

Photo credit: Rich Grant and VISIT DENVER

Photo credit: Rich Grant and VISIT DENVER

Welcome to Wellness Weekend—three days of connection, information and inspiration from Living Beyond Breast Cancer.

Today, a breast cancer diagnosis requires more than just having the facts. To make the best decisions for your treatment and your life, you want information that helps you understand your options and the possible side effects. Getting good care means knowing where to find help and support, for yourself and for those who love you. And it means caring for yourself as a whole person—understanding how cancer impacts you physically, emotionally and spiritually.

Catherine-Ormerod 1At Wellness Weekend, we connect you with people across the country who share your concerns. Our annual fall conference, Breast Cancer Today: Individual Treatments, Shared Experiences, offers tailored information via three tracks:

  • Triple-negative breast cancer, presented in partnership with Triple Negative Breast Cancer Foundation
  • Hormone receptor-positive or HER2-positive breast cancer
  • Metastatic breast cancer, with information on all subtypes

Select a morning plenary and follow the tracked workshops throughout the day. Or mix and match to make the day your own. You’ll also find workshops specific to young women, those coping with inflammatory breast cancer, and caregivers.

Take advantage of opportunities to connect, including our opening reception Friday evening and optional offsite activities Saturday night.

Denver welcomes its 3rd "Yoga on the Steps" fundraiser at Cheesman park. The event is Living Beyond Breast Cancer's signature fundraiser and engages and connects participants at a large, outdoor yoga class suitable for all ages and skill. A Healthy Living Expo is also a keystone to the day.  "Yoga on the Steps" educates the community about healthy living and quality-of-life-issues regarding breast cancer while creating awareness of and raising funds for LBBCÕs education and support programs, which are always provided for little or no cost. ©2014 Rob Clement | RCVisual

©2014 Rob Clement | RCVisual

Cap off your weekend with Yoga on the Steps: Denver. On Sunday morning, we’ll gather outdoors at Cheesman Park, where the Denver community will join us in an all-levels yoga class and Healthy Living Expo to raise awareness of LBBC—and to celebrate our collective strength.

It will be a weekend of connection, information and inspiration. We hope you can join us.

Warmly,

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Catherine L. Ormerod, MSS, MLSP

Vice President, Programs and Partnerships
Living Beyond Breast Cancer

Good, Confident and Sexy: Becoming Whole Again

Breast cancer can impact sex, intimacy and body image whether you’re single or in a relationship. In anticipation of our Twitter Chat on Wednesday, June 24, AnaOno Intimates Owner Dana Donofree blogs about her experience regaining confidence and embracing her desirability after treatment.

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I often compare myself to a broken doll. Not the kind that was so beloved, it was carried everywhere, slowly fading and falling into disrepair over time as if it were aging gracefully. More like the kind that was once beautiful, but its owner decided to take construction paper scissors and hack its hair down to oddly shaped tufts, to accidentally (or on purpose) break off a limb or two, scar the midsection with a Sharpie and leave it half bent and mutilated in in the corner of her closet.

Because that’s what breast cancer did to me. It took a perfectly acceptable woman and turned her into a shadow of herself, and when it is all said and done, it made her feel broken, ruined and rejected.

When I was first diagnosed, what was about to happen to my outward appearance wasn’t even on my mind. I thought I had it all together, the strength, the attitude, the “let’s do this.”

See, I was never terribly attached to my breasts. I never even really thought about them all that much. I was 27. My boobs were small, but perky. They hadn’t done anything hero-worthy like nourish a child. Their biggest accomplishment was being able to exist without a bra. Their greatest time to shine was on weekend party nights when they could hang out in a super low-cut blouse and up my va va voom quotient.

So, when the time came to go our very separate ways, my friends threw a “Ta-Ta to Dana’s Ta-Tas” party and they had one last night out on the town in the lowest plunging neckline I could find.

I was pretty flippant and casual about parting with my two of my lady parts. Friends and family took bets on which of my surgeons, Dr. McDreamy and Dr. Hottie, was the better catch. I joked that they would be the last to ever cop a feel of my original breasts.

I thought I was going to be just fine afterward. That it wouldn’t faze me in the least.

But, I never could have prepared myself for what it felt like, both physically and mentally, when I woke from surgery. For something I felt I was completely comfortable with and ready for, losing them, my breasts, shook my world.

I took off the bandages, and saw this alien staring back at me in the mirror. I was mutilated. I was swollen. My scars were their own entity  purple and protruding like someone had chainsawed me up and stapled me back together.

It is not at all what I had imagined. Where was this “We are replacing your boobs with ones just like them so you can feel ‘normal’?” I hadn’t expected to look like a badly-repaired Lego. I expected to kinda come out looking more implanty-boob-job like. This body was the farthest cry from normal I could have ever imagined. Continue reading

My Mom Was Diagnosed with Breast Cancer: A Teen’s Perspective

“Your mom has breast cancer.” It’s never easy to hear that sentence, especially for young kids. Jordan Vespoli reflects on hearing those words at age 9, how he supported his family and  now, at age 16, helps other kids who learn their mom has a breast cancer diagnosis.

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On October 30, 2008, my mom and dad sat me down on my bed to give me some news. I couldn’t imagine what they were going to say to me, but I knew it was serious.  My mom had breast cancer. Cancer? What is that? I was pretty smart for a 9-year-old kid. I knew it had something to do with bad cells in your body and I knew that it was life threatening. I sat and listened.  When they asked me if I had any question, I said nothing. I did not know what to say.

So when they left my room, I sat there motionless and deep in thought.  I went through my days as I usually did, which was going to school, playing basketball and doing my homework. Inside, I felt scared and angry. I did not know anyone whose mom had ever had breast cancer.

After some time, I decided that the best way to deal with this situation was to help my family out in any way I could. I helped set up a schedule for our friends to prepare dinner for us while my mom was going through chemo. I also started speaking to my friends about it, but none of them went through the same thing I was going through. Continue reading

Sliced Open

Amy Reichbach is back on the blog with a poem she wrote. It was inspired by Alicia Ostriker. 

1076990_10151539621431538_1290151235_oSpooned it off and away,
nipple and all this time,
last time the odds said
the articles said
the surgeon said
Lumpectomy
the breast so big anyway
we could go in again
and no one would know.

Until
day of surgery mammogram
a technicality
until someone
called over
someone else
and they found more
we’ll try anyway
with one site, maybe two
cut away those cells
layer upon layer
learn how many more
lay in wait.

The call the next week:
good news and bad
two nodes
the spread contained:
I can breathe
those cells have not
seeped through blood
to capture all of me.
Probably.

But those spots
the ones the first mammogram missed
meant losing the breast
I’d held her to
for more than two years.

Such a hard start
we fought, my daughter and I
I believed mothering
meant feeding by breast,
only by breast
and mine certainly should work
given their ample size
passing an early test of motherhood,
I thought love
protected the breast.

Maybe it was brought on
by end of love
cells bursting
through anger, betrayal, shock
after fourteen years, an affair
end of love
why had I picked you
to cut me, sliced open
you didn’t mince words
when you left.

I had already become a statistic
one more of those who would divorce
following a seven year itch
you needed to scratch
within a decade of gaining the right
to marry.

In our home now
my daughter
notices the noises
people in and out
trying to cover over
fill in
the imprint of my wife
while in her other home
she notes the quiet
her other mother,
her young lover
and their demons
her only company.

And so I grade papers,
I listen to wind,
the empty echoes
and try not to
get stuck in the spaces.
Divorce. Cancer.
You never think it will happen to you,
what happens every day to other women.

Cancer and Sex

Don S. Dizon, MD, FACP, regularly blogs on ASCO Connection, where this post originally appeared. Learn more about sex and intimacy after a breast cancer diagnosis during our Twitter Chat, Tweets from the Sheets, on Wednesday, June 24.

dizon_don 2012As an oncologist who also runs a sexual health clinic for women treated (or under treatment), I am discovering that my perspective on both issues of cancer treatment (and survival) and life after cancer (and quality of life) is somewhat unique. I am conscious of how difficult it is to bring up cancer therapy and survivorship (let alone sexual health) within the same discussion, yet I have gained a heightened sensitivity of the importance of looking beyond treatment even while we are discussing what to do now. I have benefitted greatly from colleagues in the field of sexual health, such as Michael Krychman, at UC Irvine, and Anne Katz, in Canada, both of whom I have been privileged enough to count as colleagues, co-authors, and contemporaries.

I am even more fortunate that one of my friends here in Boston also shares my interest in women’s health. Sandy Falk is a gynecologist and sees cancer survivors for women’s health issues at the Dana Farber Cancer Institute. In our practices, we both see the adverse effects of therapy that patients have to cope with. However, far from the arthralgias of aromatase inhibitors and neuropathy of some of our chemotherapeutic agents (two symptoms which we as oncologists are comfortable discussing), sexual health is often compromised.

There are common complaints encountered by those of us who cover sexual health. They include:

  • “I’m done with treatment, but now I can’t have sex. It is too painful and my sexual desire is completely gone.”
  • “Why didn’t my oncologist warn me about this? Maybe if I had known my partner and I could have worked on this early on. But now, so much time has passed now and my partner and I have lost patience.”
  • “I’m not sure how to go on with my relationship.”

Those may be extreme examples, and I hope for most oncologists that they are. However, what I do know is that these perceptions do exist—inside and outside of medicine. When the paper on AI treatment was picked up by several sites, I had read some comments posted and was disheartened to see that some of the thoughts above were reflected: “A woman should be lucky to be alive,” one stated; another said, “You can’t have sex if you’re dead.”

I believe most oncologists do not discuss sexual health with their patients and as an oncologist, I understand why. Most clinicians reading this might think (perhaps unconsciously) that the patient is “lucky to be alive.” And of course, she is. And we also know that she probably wouldn’t have had the ability to hear detailed information about sexual health during the diagnosis and treatment planning process—there were much bigger priorities then. Continue reading

Reflecting on ASCO 2015

Living Beyond Breast Cancer’s Erin Rowley shares her experience attending this year’s annual meeting of the American Society of Clinical Oncology in Chicago, Illinois. Download the audio recording and presentation from our June 4 ASCO webinar to learn about updates from the 2015 meeting.

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The American Society of Clinical Oncology (ASCO) has existed since 1964, and has held an annual conference for almost as long. ASCO created the Journal of Clinical Oncology, a publication in which many important breast cancer studies appear, and cancer breakthroughs are often announced at ASCO’s annual meeting. For years, representatives from Living Beyond Breast Cancer have attended this conference in order to hear about the latest in breast cancer research, and to pass that information on to you, to help you navigate life after a breast cancer diagnosis.

As LBBC’s writer and content coordinator, I went to this year’s conference, which took place May 29 to June 2, in Chicago. It was my first time at the event and it was an exciting opportunity to join the more than 30,000 people from all over the world who were in attendance. Some, like me, were there as patient advocates, representing people with cancer. But the vast majority of people there were cancer doctors. They came to present their own research and to learn from their colleagues.

Over the course of 5 days, thousands of studies, hundreds of which related to breast cancer, were presented; and dozens of educational sessions, in which doctors discussed what recent findings mean for their day-to-day practices, were held.

Moving between sessions about surgery, different breast cancer types, quality of life and other topics required quick navigating of McCormick Place, the largest convention center in North America. I’m certain I walked a few miles as I zigzagged through the crowds! In situations where I couldn’t be in two equally-interesting sounding sessions at once, ASCO’s use of technology and social media were really helpful. Many sessions were filmed, and the Twitter hashtag #ASCO15 helped me see what aspects of the conference people were most excited about. Even though ASCO has been over for about a week, people are STILL using the hashtag to continue the conversation. (Check it out for yourself!) Continue reading