Just a little switch to the serious side of life for a moment...
My Jennifer has been complaining of tenderness in her left breast for quite some time now. At first I thought it was a cycle thing, or that she'd bumped it but good while moving, but she kept saying that it bothered her and it seemed to be MORE bothersome and MORE painful, and I was ready to call the doctor if she wasn't going to. But she did.
Now my single biggest fear in the whole world is that Jen will die of cancer. I don't think I ever thought of this before Jennifer Palmer died, and she was so young and so strong and so gorgeous that it really smacked me in the face. And then a couple of years later, Mark Palmer died and he was just as strong and wonderful (though he'd aged a couple of years) and man, ever since the Palmers I am /terrified/ of cancer. It's weird because there is practically no cancer in my family that I know of. My grandmother's brother died of colon cancer a billion years ago and technically my grandmother did have a bit of skin cancer removed last year, but there was never any Capital-C-Cancer or chemotherapy in my family or even in my general life.
A friend of mine had a cancerous lump removed from her breast about a year ago and it brought it all back. Cancer. It can happen to anyone. It can happen to JEN. Even the mere thought of it sucks all of the breath from my chest and tightens my throat. Every time.
So for the last couple of days, as the doctor's appointment for the LBO (left breast owwie, it's a technical term) approached, it was all I could think about. My wife was going to have breast cancer, and she's had it for so long that it's causing major pain, and we're going to have a baby and she's going to die a painful death. Sure I'm a fatalist, but it's my worst reoccuring nightmare. We laid in bed last night, my back to her front, her hand on my belly, and all I could think about was the cancer that was probably lurking behind my back hurting my wife. Cancer cancer cancer. Such an evil little word.
Thankfully the doctor thinks it's probably hormone related and suggested keeping an eye on it and changing some bras. She doesn't think it's cancer. She told her not to stress about it. Thank God.
I honestly don't know what I would do with myself.
My Jennifer has been complaining of tenderness in her left breast for quite some time now. At first I thought it was a cycle thing, or that she'd bumped it but good while moving, but she kept saying that it bothered her and it seemed to be MORE bothersome and MORE painful, and I was ready to call the doctor if she wasn't going to. But she did.
Now my single biggest fear in the whole world is that Jen will die of cancer. I don't think I ever thought of this before Jennifer Palmer died, and she was so young and so strong and so gorgeous that it really smacked me in the face. And then a couple of years later, Mark Palmer died and he was just as strong and wonderful (though he'd aged a couple of years) and man, ever since the Palmers I am /terrified/ of cancer. It's weird because there is practically no cancer in my family that I know of. My grandmother's brother died of colon cancer a billion years ago and technically my grandmother did have a bit of skin cancer removed last year, but there was never any Capital-C-Cancer or chemotherapy in my family or even in my general life.
A friend of mine had a cancerous lump removed from her breast about a year ago and it brought it all back. Cancer. It can happen to anyone. It can happen to JEN. Even the mere thought of it sucks all of the breath from my chest and tightens my throat. Every time.
So for the last couple of days, as the doctor's appointment for the LBO (left breast owwie, it's a technical term) approached, it was all I could think about. My wife was going to have breast cancer, and she's had it for so long that it's causing major pain, and we're going to have a baby and she's going to die a painful death. Sure I'm a fatalist, but it's my worst reoccuring nightmare. We laid in bed last night, my back to her front, her hand on my belly, and all I could think about was the cancer that was probably lurking behind my back hurting my wife. Cancer cancer cancer. Such an evil little word.
Thankfully the doctor thinks it's probably hormone related and suggested keeping an eye on it and changing some bras. She doesn't think it's cancer. She told her not to stress about it. Thank God.
I honestly don't know what I would do with myself.
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Date: 2007-01-15 08:56 pm (UTC)I am relieved as well, and know how terrifying the thought of cancer can be. And all of a sudden, I work in an institution where I'm confronted with my worst fear all the time. And have learned from the folks there repeatedly that cancer is hard, but it isn't a death sentence. And let me just say that if this was cancer, I would have pulled all of my strings af Dana Farber to get her the best possible care in the world.
But, it's not. And that's just fucking wonderful.
And my thoughts and prayers are with all of you these days...
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Date: 2007-01-15 09:44 pm (UTC)But it's the Palmers that always get to me. They were so young, one of stomach cancer and one of colon cancer... both dead before their son was 4 years old.
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Date: 2007-01-15 08:58 pm (UTC)My mom is a Breast cancer survivor, 9 years now. I've been having a mammogram annually for about 10 years now.
I keep saying I'm going to do the 3 day walk thingy. Not this year for me. Maybe next or the one after that.
Hugs to both you and Jen.
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Date: 2007-01-15 09:05 pm (UTC)I see her again in three weeks for a regular physical and another exam so she will check again...
While I am all for making sure I have no cancer - my breast has been killing me all day just from the regular touching exam - a mammogram would have been torture just now.
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Date: 2007-01-16 01:34 am (UTC)Good luck.
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Date: 2007-01-15 09:45 pm (UTC)That's awesome that your mom is a survivor. I'd love to do the 3day walk, too.
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Date: 2007-01-15 09:20 pm (UTC)(Seriously though, I hope everything is okay)
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Date: 2007-01-15 09:46 pm (UTC)p.s. I like the new picture!
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Date: 2007-01-15 09:48 pm (UTC)I just want her around forever!
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Date: 2007-01-15 10:03 pm (UTC)I'll be thinking of you guys.
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Date: 2007-01-16 12:28 am (UTC)Sigh.
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Date: 2007-01-16 12:35 pm (UTC)That's really weird about the mystery pain. I'm glad it's nothing serious.
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Date: 2007-01-16 03:33 am (UTC)I have to say I cut back on the caffeine and took the vitamin E.
Every now and then I get pain and look back I had a great deal of caffeine around the same time. Hope she feels better-
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Date: 2007-01-16 12:38 pm (UTC)(And I know you, you're a friend of
Right now the doctor thinks it's hormonal caused by going off and then back on birth control pills in a short time (she missed 2 months because we were moving and she had no health insurance), so we'll see if things even out soon.
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Date: 2007-01-20 05:42 am (UTC)You know, the good news is that it hurt...one thing I learned going through that is that if it HURTS...it's a good thing. A lump that doesn't hurt is more worrysome than a lump that does.
I'm all over my boobs like a fly on poop now...(I just wish someone ELSE were too!)...and I'm happy to say that my full year of clear mam-os happened in July so now I can go every 4 months instead of 3....until July 2007...when I can skip to every 6. I can't believe I'm 29 and have had 7 mamograms in my lifetime already.
I'm glad that the doc is fairly certain that thngs are normal. I'm also glad that it hurt...because I get nervy when it DOESN'T.
Boobs. Boobs. Boobs.
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Date: 2007-01-22 09:18 pm (UTC)I never thought I would be happy that something hurt. It seems so counterintuitive, you know? :)