Cancer, Character, Christianity, Courage, Personal, Struggle

No Hair, Don’t Care . . .Or Do I?

As the date for my first chemo infusion swiftly approaches there were some things I needed to consider and a port that needed to be installed. There is a device called the DigniCap Scalp Cooling System, developed in Sweden and used in Europe since the 1970’s, that had finally been approved by the FDA for use in the US in December of 2015. The function of this cap is to keep your hair follicles cold enough that they shrink thereby absorbing less of the chemotherapy medicine which otherwise would kill the follicles, thus the hair loss. This silicon cap worn tight on the scalp is computer-controlled and monitors contact points on the scalp to continually adjust and keep the temperature of the scalp at 32F. There is an hour cooling period prior to the infusion that gets your scalp down to temperature and you wear it through the whole process and continue to wear it for a couple of hours after. They tell you that this devise will greatly reduce hair loss but in the brochure there is a whole lot more to it. For instance, you can’t color or bleach your hair, you can’t use most shampoos or hair products that have chemicals in them, you can’t use blow dryers or curling irons, you can’t tie your hair back in ponytails, and you need to comb your hair with a wide tooth comb several times a day to keep the hair that is falling out from matting with the hair that is still hanging on. This sounds like a nightmare because I’ve been dying my hair for thirty years, I know it’s grey and if I can’t keep up with the dye job it will grow out like a skunk stripe.

I needed to have someone give it to me straight, what the realistic expectation of hair loss is even with the use of this cap. I called up one of the nurses who works the chemotherapy wing and I asked her some really pointed questions. I could tell that she was trained to relay everything in a super optimistic way so I finally had to say, “Listen, I don’t care about the vanity of this situation. I need to know for upkeep and overall results what I can expect from this cap because I am considering shaving my head anyway.” She finally admitted that the cap was originally designed to save hair follicles from permanent damage not necessarily to stop the hair loss during treatment. She said I can still expect to lose up to 50% of my hair. This is information I needed because now it makes more sense for me to do what I can to simplify my hair care and to reduce the shock of handfuls of hair coming out. I decide to have my stylist (who also happens to be my sister) shave my head on all sides leaving a cute amount on top to play with. She did a balayage bleach treatment so that the hair will look more natural and not a stripe if it grows. This was a big deal just because I have long “blonde” hair and I’ve never cut it very short in my life. Here was another hurdle to overcome on my Fearless Journey Into The Unknown.

I think, as women, we tend to find our identities in things external. How we think we look to the world and to ourselves can either give us confidence or make us insecure. We might hide behind things like fashion, hair, makeup or high end bling. I felt empowered by my decision to face hair loss straight on by shaving my head but the minute I stepped out into public I had to face the reality that I no longer looked like “myself” and I could no longer hide behind that false sense of security. I had a really hard time with that person looking back at me in the mirror. She looked so foreign and she looked so masculine. It was hard to be out and about because I felt like people were assuming I might be gay or liberal. Yes, I said it. We, as a society, use looks as a means to stereotype people and it can lead to judgmental assumptions. These assumptions are not necessarily good or bad but they often aren’t true and when we deal with people based off of something that is not true it limits our ability to know them and love them for who they really are. I’m not upset by homosexuality nor by liberal belief systems, but I should be aware that I myself have preconceived ideas of what looks “gay” or “liberal” or whatever and how that effects my ability to accept and love people where they are for who they are regardless of how they present themselves. This is a lesson in love that I didn’t see coming and I’m so grateful for it. I need to learn to see people the way God sees people. I need to see their soul, their heart, their dreams, their hurts, their humanity. I need to see them the way I want to be seen, deeper than the external allows.

I John 4:7-8 NLT “Dear friends, let us continue to love one another, for love comes from God. Anyone who loves is a child of God and knows God. But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love.”

I Corinthians 16:14 NLT “And do everything with love.”

Luke 6:32 NLT “If you love only those who love you, why should you get credit for that? Even sinners love those who love them!”

John 15:17 NLT “This is my command: love each other.”

God is really working on my heart, melting away a hard shell that has been constricting and deluding me for years. Love is an action and an attitude. It’s an openness that wants to embrace all people for all that they are. It strips away external and embraces eternal (the soul). The only way to win people in this upside down world is to love them. I need that same curtesy, especially now. I’m broken wide open and feel free to freely love for the first time in my life, and I’m thinking of taking the hair one step further by dying it pink. God is good too. That first trip to the grocery store, a woman stopped me in the isle and said that she loved my look and she wanted me to know. I have had a lot of people tell me that this style really seems to embody my real personality and that I really can rock the shave. I have never had so many strangers bless me with compliments in my life. I take this as a hug from God telling me that I am still cute, I’m more than my hair, and He helped bolster my confidence.

**Update, about three weeks after my first infusion treatment the hair started falling out in clumps and handfuls. I have to testify that shaving my head the way I did was very much the right decision for me. It was alarming to see the amounts of hair in my hand and collected around the drain. I am very thin on the sides now. I think this would have been way harder to navigate if I was still trying to hang on to the illusion of hair. It is hard to keep up with the shedding even when I don’t have as much longer hair to worry about.

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To Chemo or Not to Chemo

You know that old cliché; “How do you eat an elephant?” . . . . “One bite at a time.”

This is what the battlefield of cancer looks like, wait and then do the next ugly thing, sort of one bite at a time.

The next thing I needed to do after finding out my diagnosis was get an additional surgery to remove more of the breast tissue insuring clear margins and also to have my sentinel lymph node removed. But I wasn’t sure if I needed a mastectomy or even a double and I didn’t understand what the genetic testing they had me do was going to indicate. My surgeon was rushing me along, putting me on her schedule for surgery right away but I hadn’t even seen an oncologist yet. She had ordered the genetic testing to be done but I had no one to advise me about the results. So, I found an oncologist and had a couple of visits with him, each one leaving me without satisfactory answers to what I thought were easy questions. For example, why am I only at 5% risk of reoccurrence in either breast indicating that I do not need a mastectomy? When my genetic tests came back I was “negative” and yet we know that I am 100% capable of making breast cancer, cause I have it. [Just a little side note, I find it very interesting that they want every cancer patient to do a genetic test and all they are testing for is Jewish heritage that produces BRCA 1 or BRCA 2. I think there is way more to that cover story than we understand and I think that they use the cancer fear to get access to our DNA more readily than the 23andMe route. Those who are awake will understand my concern. Anyway, I digress.] So, here I am being rushed to a surgery date with no satisfactory answers to easy questions. What do I do? I stop everything. I cancel my surgery, I make a second opinion appointment with a new surgeon and a new oncologist and I reach out to anyone who will talk to me about their experiences and their understanding of what genetic testing provides. You feel pressure to get things rolling but if you don’t know what the right decisions are how can you proceed?

The minute we stepped into the new surgeon’s office things felt right. When the surgeon met with us she was also joined by – wait for it . . . . The new oncologist! It’s a miracle, a collaboration of both expertises so that ALL questions can be answered and a team approach can be had. We had more information, just in brochures alone, within the first ten minutes of being on their campus than all the hours of visits with my first doctors. A plan was made and understood, I would not need a mastectomy but just additional removal of tissue at the effected area to insure clear margins and then followup radiation. I was classified as Stage 1 cancer and they had no reason to believe it had time to spread to my lymph nodes but I would need to have the sentinel lymph node removed and tested just to be safe.

A week later, I report for surgery bright and early and hungry. First, I have to have a radioactive dye injected into the breast area that has the mass so that the dye can travel to the nearest lymph node indicating the node that needs to be removed and tested. Also, I needed a wire placement by ultrasound to show the surgeon where the remaining mass is located. The surgery was scheduled for 2 pm but they didn’t actually start on me until 7 pm. My husband and I sat in the surgery preop area all day. A woman to my left was there to have a double mastectomy and I was thankful that this was not part of my journey. A boy across the way had shot himself in the eye with a BB gun. I thought that only happened to Ralphie! My heart went out to him because I could tell he was very nervous about his surgery. A man a few curtains down was having his umpteenth surgery in a long history of failing health. Sitting there all day watching the people come and go, I realized just how insulated I’ve been. There are millions of people in this world who are dealing with very serious health crises and begging for an answer, a miracle of their own. We have giant pharmaceutical facilities and expansive health campuses dedicated solely to cancer to prove it. Cancer is taking over the world and there isn’t a cure yet? It’s certainly weeding out our population at an alarming rate. We do our best don’t we? We drink filtered water, we buy and eat organic and non-GMO foods, we exercise, we do detox’s, we limit our sugar, we take natural supplements, we see Natural-paths, sometimes we go vegan or vegetarian, we juice, and yet we still get sick. Why?

A successful surgery behind me, I go back about my business. Again a week later there’s bad news, it’s in my lymph node. This is a surprise. The surgeon said that the node looked healthy when she removed it but upon dissection it too has been affected. Back to the oncologist I go. I’m still considered to be at Stage 1 but they are now recommending the dreaded and hated chemotherapy. Because of my age, my type of cancer, that it’s estrogen positive, and a bunch of other factors I’m not clear on, I am faced with another hard decision, to chemo or not to chemo. Now, I will tell you I believe at this point that I am actually cancer free. I believe that what wasn’t removed by surgery is removed by God and maybe some radiation treatments. I’m not wanting to take the poison route, I want to get off the train. They said that if I do not do the chemotherapy I have a 6% chance of recurrence in the next ten years but if I do I will have less that 1% chance of recurrence. 6% sounds fine to me, I mean, I had a 5% chance of it coming back in my breast and I opted to not have a mastectomy. These odds are good right? Not according to John they weren’t. He doesn’t believe in God’s mighty abilities. He doesn’t want to be nervous every year waiting to see if something has returned. He wants a guaranteed solid bill of health, a <1% chance. He said that it is my responsibility to him and the boys to go all the way in this. He would be angry with me if it came back and metastasized in ten years when I had the opportunity to be rid of it now. And there we are, another hard decision to make.

The religious spirit was putting in his two cents, if you do chemo then you don’t really believe in God’s healing. The faith side of me was wondering, what’s the point of having a cancer diagnosis if you aren’t going to go all the way – are you afraid and why? Continuing on this path could prove to be a very powerful witness to John and those who know me. I decided that this would need to be a mutually agreed upon decision between husband and wife and that if John insisted on it I would go forward with chemo. We are “one” in marriage and my body is his just as his is mine. I had to wrestle with the spirit of fear again. Chemo is nasty stuff. They basically control kill you with poison and a gambit of other powerful drugs to counter act each other. This is the best “cure” we have available right now and I am choosing to be thankful for it because it has saved a lot of people’s lives. But, I’m looking at some dark days ahead and there is no clear understanding how my body will react or what my side effects might be. I have to take another step of faith on this Fearless Journey Into The Unknown.

As I made this decision, several things came together that brought me a peace and a strength. The miracles of Jesus started to show up and that’s when I knew that I was doing the right thing, not necessarily for healing of cancer but for healing of everything and everyone that is part of my story. See, this is how Jesus works. He wants EVERYONE!

My journey has turned into a testimony that I am blessed to share with you in the coming days.

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A Fearless Journey Into The Unknown

I haven’t written in a long time. I have been otherwise consumed with research on a number of subjects that are nearly impossible to explain to the masses in a way that flows cohesively. I did find someone’s blog who has managed to do a pretty good job, although there is still so much more to it that even Richard Kallberg hasn’t been able to tie it all together. However, if I’ve peaked your curiosity from a couple of my last posts and you want to dig in deeper for yourself, you can find him here and hopefully this will start you on your own research journey because that kind of subject matter requires an individual to proceed independently in a spiritual way and also in a humble way (meaning you will need to admit to yourself that you might not know what you think you know). After the last couple years of seeking out truth and making some earth shattering discoveries about the world we live in, on September of 2018 I discovered something else that would be earth shattering. I discovered that I have breast cancer, invasive lobular carcinoma to be exact.

I went in for my yearly mammogram, something I’ve been doing every year since my late twenties, but this time I got called back for a more conclusive mammogram and ultrasound of my left breast. From there they wanted to do a biopsy but because no one had the guts to tell me it looked exactly like breast cancer I naively decided to just have “it” removed by surgery and have “it” tested after. I was thinking that it was just another cyst like I’ve had before and regardless of what they found at least it would be out of my body. So, I had surgery and not thinking too much about it went on with my life as usual until I got the call a week later; it’s cancer.

Press pause.

I want to stop here because first I want to honor the millions of women who have gone before me and who will unfortunately be going after me on this hideous roller coaster ride called breast cancer. Each and every one of them (or you) has their own specific and painful story to tell that is unique only to them. Some stories ended terribly, some stories have been on going for years and years without reprieve, some stories have been short and matter of fact, and still other stories have been that of miracles and healing. My story is just that, mine. I mean no disrespect to anyone who is going on this journey parallel to me, nor to anyone who has suffered a loss in this realm. I understand (now first hand) that the decisions you make when you are personally faced with this kind of news will be tough and there are no one size fits all right answers. So much needs to be weighed in the balance. For me the things that I had to think about were spiritual in nature, sensitive to an unbelieving husband who was extremely frightened, and based on years of nutritional and homeopathic research plus the journey and loss of a loved family member who died a very horrific death as a result of triple negative breast cancer two years prior. These things shape and influence you and your decisions and so you do the best you can with the knowledge, understanding and faith that you already have. With that being said, I’d like to share with you my unique journey and I’ve named it A Fearless Journey Into The Unknown.

From the minute the radiologist stepped into the room to conduct the ultrasound on my left breast I could feel a presence in there with us. It was thick and suffocating and I knew instantly what it was, fear. I was calm and unconcerned all the way up to this point but when the doctor walked in fear walked in with him. I know a lot about fear. Contrary to worldly belief, fear is not an emotion, it is a spirit and it is demonic in nature.

2 Timothy 1:7 NLT “For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love and self-discipline.”

The spirit of fear requires your partnership or agreement to “be afraid” and to allow those fearful type emotions to consume you. It gives over your power and authority to the thing you are afraid of. Fear can come into your life in many different ways but for the sake of my story I’m going to call out the obvious attacks fear tried to use on me; fear of a cancer diagnosis, fear of cancer the disease, fear of sickness, fear of chemo, fear of drugs, and of course fear of death. Once you partner with fear he can easily invite other demonic spirts to join in the torment. There all kinds of fears, phobias and spirits such as worry, anxiety, dread, apprehension, insomnia, nervousness. A common tactic the spirit of fear will try is to keep you from speaking up about your fears because fear wants to stay a secret. If it is operating in secret it has more control over the narrative. You must voice your fears and bring them to the light of Jesus who has ultimate power and authority over your life and who has already conquered the devil and his schemes with His blood on the cross. Demons do not want you to remember that they have no real power over you, only the power you give them. Let Jesus’ perfect love cast out all fear!

1 John 4:18 NLT “Such love has no fear, because perfect love expels all fear. If we are afraid, it is for fear of punishment, and this shows that we have not fully experienced His perfect love.”

So, I had a choice. I could allow fear to creep in and take hold of the situation or I could boldly go forward with peace and expectation that no matter how this journey was going to play out I would be okay. Either way, the future unfolds itself in its own time with its own good and bad revelations. Nothing you do in fear will change that but it will change your life in the “in betweens”. Fear will steal your peace while you wait (and cancer is the ultimate waiting game), it will make you more sick then you even should be, it will freak out everyone around you and it will be relentless in the quiet places. I chose to be fearless. I had that first surgery and went about my life like nothing happened. I was completely surprised when they called me with the lab results because I had managed to forget about them. I was taken aback with the diagnosis, but mostly because I hadn’t been worried about it. Fear was unable to steal any joy I had during the weeks in between. It was powerless over my situation and I intend for it to stay that way.

But, now I have the diagnosis and the reality that I’m going to have to embark on this journey that I’m not excited about at all. I have to tell the kids and John the diagnosis, my parents and my friends too. I have to make it real by accepting its implications and I have everyone looking at me to set the tone for how this is going to go down. Well, I’m a straight shooter and I just tell it straight. I tell the kids exactly what I know and I don’t sugar coat it. I tell my husband and I support him through the initial shock and grief and his own fears. I start telling friends and family and they all have their own unique reactions based off their own personal experiences with cancer either personally or by acquaintance. Some people were devastated and felt the news was an impending death sentence, others didn’t know how to react so they changed the subject. I think people are afraid of illness because it seems like a trap that once you get caught you won’t be released. I know one thing, it makes you face your mortality. Anything you’ve ever said or done to soothe yourself over the subject of death gets pulled out into the light, scrutinized and questioned.

This is the real underlying issue right? Are you going to die? And if you are going to die then that means I’m going to die and I don’t want to think about that right now so let’s fight cancer and push that fact of life right back under the rug. Here’s some honesty, I don’t want to die. I have young boys who still need their mother, I have a husband who needs a wife, I want to enjoy the retirement life, I have a million things I need to get busy doing. I am very apprehensive of death, like that moment when you draw in your last breath and then . . . And then what? Is it painful? Are you aware of being dead? Are you “conscious” of being cremated or buried? Do you have to watch your family struggle without you from the other side? These are the soul questions that have to be answered and they have to be definitive for there to be any peace around the subject of death. There has to be a crisis of faith to really know if you have any, and I’m in it.

But, that’s not the end of the story. There are many more chapters being written even as I write this so come back as I continue to share my journey.