Cancer Treatment of Symptoms of Breast Cancer The Experience of a Woman with Breast Cancer

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I am 46 years old. I feel healthy and full of strength. All my life, I practice sports, hobbies. I graduated from the Nizza Ballet School, I ran half marathons, I try to feed myself healthily, I do not smoke. My daughters are glasses, two red wines on occasion, as well as the joy of living: traveling, theater, live, socializing with those whom I love and who love me.

However …

"Oh, it's nothing, probably fat tissue or something like that, if you were not that thin, you would not notice it.", said a doctor, a gynecologist in a private clinic in Belgrade, when I showed him what I had drunk well above my left breast: a pearl the size of the belly. a pea.

Exactly one year later, I received a completely different answer from a gynecologist in the health center of the city. I changed jobs and the new company did not pay me any more private health insurance, and my "seedless grain" increased in 12 months, so that it could already to be seen with the naked eye.

THIS MUST BE TOO FULL

"It must come out immediately", the doctor told me after an ultrasound. "It's probably a fibroaden, a benign tumor. I had you operated at the oncology clinic, at the first surgeon who was free."

"Oncology?!

Surgery?!

What is this woman talking about ?! "I thought to myself.

"I am in good health, nothing hurts me, I do all the preventive exams regularly, because I spend" under the knife ", even for a routine intervention?

Impossible! "

As soon as I left the clinic, I entered Google on the phone: fibroaden.

Fibroadenoma mammae is a benign fibroepithelial joint tumor that occurs by proliferation of epithelium and fibrovascular stromal tissue.

It represents 7% of all nodular changes (breast nodes) of the breast. It is more common in women between 30 and 40 years old. It is caused by a prolonged or relative increase in estrogen levels in the blood, leading to prolonged proliferation, without normal breast tissue involvement.

The Fibroaden breast is not subject to malignant alteration. "

Agree Now that I know who the intruder is, let me see how I'm going to get rid of it. First of all, with whose help?

It turned out that I knew the surgeon I had programmed. It sounds amazing, but it is about a doctor with whom I interviewed three years ago!

Breast cancer: from "I stuffed something" to the diagnosis

Accident? Destiny? This is not serious. It is important that he is a high level expert who I trust.

I went into his office, relaxed and ready to "overcome this miracle quickly, so that I could continue my beautiful happy and normal life". So I told him, and he told me …

"Whether it is fibroaden or not, that it is a benign or malignant tumor, we will only know it after the operation, and it will not go back to the home the same day.The intervention is done under total anesthesia and lasts several hours, "explained my doctor, and as if he poured me a cup of ice water.

And if cancer, if I did not wake up from anesthesia, would cut my chest and WHY me?

I quickly got answers to all the questions, even the last ones, but the path of knowledge was painful.

First of all, I had to deal with oncology patients who are struggling every day the hardest. With girls and boys who have hair falling because of chemotherapy, with mothers returning home after radiation to breastfeed their baby.

I looked at their wigs, their lean bodies, their pale skin …

I did not ask why why, why why?

But bugging does not cure a fight, trust in doctors and a happy spirit. Although sticks and lipsticks can help. "Well, you've never been better! You're so strong, every honor, I would never say you have cancer," they said these days.

I did not know if I was strong, but I was standing up and tearing as much as I could. "People do not cry because they're weak, but because they've been too long," said Johnny Dep.

Well, Johnny, I cried a lot in the bumps. I cried when fear overcomes reason, when self-pity overcomes self-confidence.

Everything else was more or less normal.

I returned to work five days after the surgery and the first weekend I organized a "Good Bye, Cancer" evening when, in the company of those I loved the most, I 'd love to see you again. I celebrated that I was in good health and that I was coming out of the hospital, and that the cancer had remained in a garbage can. .

Optimism is the key to any success

"Sometimes you seem not to talk about cancer, but you look at a balloon experience," my friend said.

And she was, to a certain extent, right. It will be what it will be, I have often spoken to myself.

As I am not "guilty" of having cancer, so it does not depend on me what will continue to be linked to it. It was my time to discover it and take it out, and now I hope and believe in the best result.

Optimism is the key to any success, including the fight against cancer and many other diseases. I realized it at the hospital, addressing women who were joking about their "asymmetry" after the operation, the heroes that I absorbed in the strength.

I will never forget that.

I will never forget the support of my family, my friend, my colleague.

My booms, my good villas were with me at consilium when I learned that I would drink Nolvadeks for five years, that I would receive LHRH treatment for three years and that I should still be irradiated.

They came with me to hurt wounds, bought scarves made of scar tissue, called me on the phone to tell me that the wind was blowing and put a hat on when I was going to walk the dog, and my daughter, aged 17, was angry that after the first irradiation, I went to sausages and beer, instead of going home "like any normal woman".

"I think of you", "Hold the lioness", "I love you", "Happy little"… and the similar messages I received daily have been important to me.

That's why I'm writing this text now – to explain how cancer should not die, but also to say THANK YOU to those who applauded me during this survival.

Everyone knows that cancer is deadly, but that environmental support does not cure. Keep this in mind when someone tells you what it is all about.

Even nails are easier to overcome when you have someone to cook your tea. Is not it?

I've been lucky enough to get a lot more than just tea.

I will never forget the support of my colleagues at work, their understanding of my diversity. I will never forget the taste of chestnut puree with the whipped cream that I ate with my neighbor after my company did it during radiation therapy.

Most often, my mother was brought to this "sunbath". Thank you for the poor word I can say and write for all his care and efforts around me.

Thanks to all this, I got the answer to the question "why me?"

Because it is life decided to show me how happy I am, how blessed I am, because I have people around whom I love and who loves mebecause he decided to remind me of the following verses:

"I met a blind man.

The man said – life is beautiful.

Are you pretty?

You will see your son when you are blind. "

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