This is going to be a long-ass road. If I hear one more “just go get checked a lot!” I’m going to freaking scream. I WISH it were that easy. I wish it were that easy FOR ME.
But it’s an impossible choice. “Getting checked a lot” means, quite literally, waiting to get cancer so you can combat it – with radiation and chemo and a mastectomy. The alternative is a mastectomy before cancer, instead – without chemo, without being sick, without inviting cancer into my body. And, as it turns out, I hear radiated skin is incredibly difficult to work with, making the reconstructed breasts look less normal and natural than if you did it before getting cancer.
Almost 90%, folks. This is the other best thing I’ve read lately. It sums up my thoughts quite well. If your plane had an 87% chance of crashing, would you get on it? If you had an 87% chance of crashing your car if you drove right now, would you do it?
Maybe you would. But I wouldn’t.
Radical? Maybe. Drastic? Maybe. But the alternative is living my life in fear. Every single day. Just waiting. Risking. Worrying.
It won’t be tomorrow. It won’t be in six months. But, when I get to a point where I am 100% comfortable with this, when I’m not sad and scared and horrified about the turn my life has taken, it will happen. For me, there is no other option. I can’t spend my time just waiting until, hopefully, there someday is.
[Also, I’m pretty excited about this article, even though it’s old. I’m tempted to post it to my Facebook, along with the “ten things” list I shared… but I’m not really sure I’m ready for that. While there are people in my life I really NEED to see these things, there are just as many who don’t need to know the details of my medical life, or who I fear would think me crazy. Sigh.]