Monday was my final radiotherapy treatment, which means that apart from the Herceptin treatment (second one is due this Friday) I'm through with my cancer treatment!
I feel relieved, of course, and glad that it's over, but I can't say I feel over-joyed. That's because end of treatment doesn't mean the end of the cancer road, and I'm not certain when or even if that end will be. Perhaps in 5 years when I'm through my remission period. If there is no recurrance of cancer within that 5 years, then my risk of recurrance drops back to normal, due to the type of cancer I've had. However, within those 5 years, my risk is significantly higher - I don't have numbers from my oncologist, but from research I've done, I'd estimate that there is between a 10-20% chance of recurrance. That may not seem that huge, but if I do have recurrance, it will almost ceratinly be a spread (and so terminal), rather than another dose of breast cancer. This means I'm likely to become a total hypochondriac over the next few years, worrying about every single ache and pain and cough.
Radiotherapy treated me fairly well. My skin never got worse than being slightly red, and I just need to be careful not to expose it to the sun for the next few weeks. I am now feeling quite tired, altough thats just as likely to have been from having a very busy weekend - we went to Stratford upon Avon to see my old theatre chums performing at the Courtyard Theatre (they were amazing). It's started me thinking about starting up a creative hobby again, if not theatre then maybe something musical instead.
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Radio and Herceptin
I've finished my first full week of radiotherapy as of yesterday, and am still feeling pretty good. My skin doesn't feel any more sore than after the first session (and it helps that I had almost 4 full days to recover between Friday morning and Monday evenings dose). Getting to the Bracknell clinic has been fine, and even getting in and out of Reading on Friday and Monday wasn't too bad.
I'm doing well on the energy front as well, probably helped by the last 2 days spent helping to construct the garden with my Dad and Simon, althugh today I'm having a restful day as I have an aching right arm. Having said restful, I've been setting up construction plans and drawings and talking to landscapers, but certainly more calm than the last few days.
I had my first Herceptin treatment on Friday, I was at Reading hospital by 8:30 (ish thanks to traffic), for radiotherapy, then up to the chemo suite for the Herceptin. Chemo suite there is much bigger than the one at Windsor, and is in what must be an old childrens ward from the 1920s - the walls are tiled in part with pictures from fairy tales, so it wasn't too bad of a location to spend the whole day. It took a fair while to get going with my treatment, as there was a problem getting into my port. I'm still quite swollen from the op, and the port seems to have shifted upwards to under the incision for it, so after 3 attempts at getting in (not painful, as I'm numb still on that part of my chest, but a bit uncofortable), and then an x-ray to check the positioning, they decided to try and go in on my arm as I was getting more swollen from the attempts. Thankfully there was a specialist vascular access nurse on duty through this, so she was able to put in a canula in my left arm using ultrasound. By my next treatment, the port should be fine, but a little annoying that they weren't able to use it.
By the time I was hooked up and ready to go for the Herceptin, it was 11:30, and through the 2 hour infusion I had to keep my arm straight, so wasn't able to do my embroidery. Thankfully I had Kate with me for company, and the lady in the next seat was chatty as well, so it passed fairly quickly. Infusion was done by 13:30, by which timer Kate had managed to find the M&S inside the hospital, so we were well provisioned with sandwiches, fruit and chocolate. Then I just had to sit and wait for 4 hours and hope I didn't have an allergic reaction. For this one I'd been given some Piriton before hand, so I was a little sleepy, but aside from that, no reaction. Some ladies report feelilng a little off for a day after the infusion, but I've not had any problems. Eventually, at half 5 I was allowed to go home having passed a pretty dull day sat in a comfy chair. Once I was detached from the drugs I did at least manage to get some stitching done.
Next Herceptin will be 30th March, where I'll have a 90 minute infusion and then go straight home.
Just 9 more radiotherapies to go and then the tough bits of treatment are over, finally.
I'm doing well on the energy front as well, probably helped by the last 2 days spent helping to construct the garden with my Dad and Simon, althugh today I'm having a restful day as I have an aching right arm. Having said restful, I've been setting up construction plans and drawings and talking to landscapers, but certainly more calm than the last few days.
I had my first Herceptin treatment on Friday, I was at Reading hospital by 8:30 (ish thanks to traffic), for radiotherapy, then up to the chemo suite for the Herceptin. Chemo suite there is much bigger than the one at Windsor, and is in what must be an old childrens ward from the 1920s - the walls are tiled in part with pictures from fairy tales, so it wasn't too bad of a location to spend the whole day. It took a fair while to get going with my treatment, as there was a problem getting into my port. I'm still quite swollen from the op, and the port seems to have shifted upwards to under the incision for it, so after 3 attempts at getting in (not painful, as I'm numb still on that part of my chest, but a bit uncofortable), and then an x-ray to check the positioning, they decided to try and go in on my arm as I was getting more swollen from the attempts. Thankfully there was a specialist vascular access nurse on duty through this, so she was able to put in a canula in my left arm using ultrasound. By my next treatment, the port should be fine, but a little annoying that they weren't able to use it.
By the time I was hooked up and ready to go for the Herceptin, it was 11:30, and through the 2 hour infusion I had to keep my arm straight, so wasn't able to do my embroidery. Thankfully I had Kate with me for company, and the lady in the next seat was chatty as well, so it passed fairly quickly. Infusion was done by 13:30, by which timer Kate had managed to find the M&S inside the hospital, so we were well provisioned with sandwiches, fruit and chocolate. Then I just had to sit and wait for 4 hours and hope I didn't have an allergic reaction. For this one I'd been given some Piriton before hand, so I was a little sleepy, but aside from that, no reaction. Some ladies report feelilng a little off for a day after the infusion, but I've not had any problems. Eventually, at half 5 I was allowed to go home having passed a pretty dull day sat in a comfy chair. Once I was detached from the drugs I did at least manage to get some stitching done.
Next Herceptin will be 30th March, where I'll have a 90 minute infusion and then go straight home.
Just 9 more radiotherapies to go and then the tough bits of treatment are over, finally.
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Back in Treatment
I've had about 6 weeks free of treatment, which has been a good break and has allowed me to return to a reasonable level of wellness. Aside from the problems with my feet, I'd say I'm now running at about 85% of my normal healthiness. I feel fine as long as I don't do too much, but I get tired pretty quickly if I overdo it.
My right arm is showing no signs of lyphodema so far, and I have recovered nearly full movement - although my arm is pretty weak and still stiff and the scar under my arm is nice and neat and healing nicely.
My left arm seems to be recovering from the chemo trauma, but my veins are still very poor, and the arm aches if I over-extend it.
As for the results of the mastectomy, I couldn't be more pleased. Once I have a bra on (and I've cunningly removed the under wire from the right sides for comfort) you cannot tell that I have a false breast - it looks totally natural. It doesn't feel it, because the implant is under the muscle, so it's pretty solid, but not as bad as I thought. Bra off and it becomes fairly obvious thanks to the horizontal scar in place of a nipple and slight lumps and bumps, but the scar will fade down and I can be tattooed, but I'll see how I go on that - at the moment all my skin on the right side is pretty much numb, but if it recovers, I'm not sure that the pain would be worth it! Physiologically the mastectomy has been a lot easier than I thought, thanks to the excellent result, I cannot recommend my surgeon (Mr Simon Smith) enough. The effects of the radiotherapy may damage the result a bit, but I'm starting from a great position (plus here being young is an advantage - my skin should recover pretty well from the treatment).
The most difficult thing over the last few weeks has been that I feel well, thus I feel guilty that I'm not doing anything, and generally being useless. I have been able to go into work a few times, which has helped, and I'm able to do more cooking. I know that I shouldn't feel bad but I'm one of those people who always feels like they have to be achieving something in life - even more so now that life seems shorter and more precious. It's kind of a strange place to be - in between being ill and being well enough to get back to normal. A bit like the last day of having the flu, when you're not really sure that you're well enough to go into work, but well enough to feel guilty for being sat on the sofa in your pyjamas at 11am - but stretched over weeks. I'm lucky that I have a hobby that has helped to keep me going - I've become an embroidery fiend. I finished my major project that I started the day before I went into surgery last week.
Some of my other works over the last few months:
But I digress...
I am back in treatment. Last week I had a short surgery back with Mr Smith to implant a port into my vein so that my Herceptin can be administered. My original plan was to have this done with the Oncology team over in Windsor, but they seem to have forgotten to set it up, so I arranged it myself. Whilst I was waiting to go down for surgery I got a call to say that my Herceptin treatment will start on the 9th March at Reading (for the first 3 sessions - after that I'll go to Bracknell) which gives just enough time for me to heal up before they use the port. I have about an inch long scar just above my implant where they went in for the port, and a rather extravagant bruise.
Radiotherapy began yesterday, having been in for planning a few weeks ago (where they took measurements and tattooed me with dots to help line up the machine). I'm having this done at the new Bracknell Cancer Centre, which is about a 10 minute drive from home. The place only opened in May 2011, and it's rather nice - very modern, and short waiting times as they're just ramping up their services. It even has a Costa Coffee bar where I can get my espresso fix. I was in for my first appointment yesterday, which took just under an hour. The rest of my appointments are booked in for 15-20 minutes. It really is very simple. I lie very still on a bed, get positioned and then zapped. Repeat twice more and then I'm done.
The side effects are cumulative, after yesterdays my skin is a little tender, like a very minor sunburn. I've been given some aqueous cream to apply twice a day and there are other precautions I have to follow - no soap or deodorants containing metals (e45 soap is fine), no exposure to the Sun (not a problem on a rainy March day), no shaving under my right arm, use warm not hot water and drink lots of water.
14 of these to go, and then just the Herceptin treatment. Soon I'll have my life back!
My right arm is showing no signs of lyphodema so far, and I have recovered nearly full movement - although my arm is pretty weak and still stiff and the scar under my arm is nice and neat and healing nicely.
My left arm seems to be recovering from the chemo trauma, but my veins are still very poor, and the arm aches if I over-extend it.
As for the results of the mastectomy, I couldn't be more pleased. Once I have a bra on (and I've cunningly removed the under wire from the right sides for comfort) you cannot tell that I have a false breast - it looks totally natural. It doesn't feel it, because the implant is under the muscle, so it's pretty solid, but not as bad as I thought. Bra off and it becomes fairly obvious thanks to the horizontal scar in place of a nipple and slight lumps and bumps, but the scar will fade down and I can be tattooed, but I'll see how I go on that - at the moment all my skin on the right side is pretty much numb, but if it recovers, I'm not sure that the pain would be worth it! Physiologically the mastectomy has been a lot easier than I thought, thanks to the excellent result, I cannot recommend my surgeon (Mr Simon Smith) enough. The effects of the radiotherapy may damage the result a bit, but I'm starting from a great position (plus here being young is an advantage - my skin should recover pretty well from the treatment).
The most difficult thing over the last few weeks has been that I feel well, thus I feel guilty that I'm not doing anything, and generally being useless. I have been able to go into work a few times, which has helped, and I'm able to do more cooking. I know that I shouldn't feel bad but I'm one of those people who always feels like they have to be achieving something in life - even more so now that life seems shorter and more precious. It's kind of a strange place to be - in between being ill and being well enough to get back to normal. A bit like the last day of having the flu, when you're not really sure that you're well enough to go into work, but well enough to feel guilty for being sat on the sofa in your pyjamas at 11am - but stretched over weeks. I'm lucky that I have a hobby that has helped to keep me going - I've become an embroidery fiend. I finished my major project that I started the day before I went into surgery last week.
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| My new project - A Bee |
I am back in treatment. Last week I had a short surgery back with Mr Smith to implant a port into my vein so that my Herceptin can be administered. My original plan was to have this done with the Oncology team over in Windsor, but they seem to have forgotten to set it up, so I arranged it myself. Whilst I was waiting to go down for surgery I got a call to say that my Herceptin treatment will start on the 9th March at Reading (for the first 3 sessions - after that I'll go to Bracknell) which gives just enough time for me to heal up before they use the port. I have about an inch long scar just above my implant where they went in for the port, and a rather extravagant bruise.
Radiotherapy began yesterday, having been in for planning a few weeks ago (where they took measurements and tattooed me with dots to help line up the machine). I'm having this done at the new Bracknell Cancer Centre, which is about a 10 minute drive from home. The place only opened in May 2011, and it's rather nice - very modern, and short waiting times as they're just ramping up their services. It even has a Costa Coffee bar where I can get my espresso fix. I was in for my first appointment yesterday, which took just under an hour. The rest of my appointments are booked in for 15-20 minutes. It really is very simple. I lie very still on a bed, get positioned and then zapped. Repeat twice more and then I'm done.
The side effects are cumulative, after yesterdays my skin is a little tender, like a very minor sunburn. I've been given some aqueous cream to apply twice a day and there are other precautions I have to follow - no soap or deodorants containing metals (e45 soap is fine), no exposure to the Sun (not a problem on a rainy March day), no shaving under my right arm, use warm not hot water and drink lots of water.
14 of these to go, and then just the Herceptin treatment. Soon I'll have my life back!
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