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Meeting the Plastic Surgeon – Alternative Breast Cancer Options

” I’m sorry for being selfish.  Cancer is affecting both of us more than I let on”

We had our first disagreement since my wife’s diagnosis with breast cancer and it ironically happened after meeting with the plastic surgeon.  Stepping back, my wife has been given the opportunity to have a surgery that is not offered everywhere to everyone.  In fact, it was not an option we were aware of until we met with our breast cancer surgeon.  4 years prior when my mother had breast cancer, the skin-sparing mastectomy was not readily offered.  When originally told my wife was eligible for a lumpectomy, we both felt relieved, yet my wife and I knew that this is something we wanted to be overwith since both of our mothers had chosen for mastectomies and were doing fine (hers ahad a double or bilateral and my mother only had a single).  We chose for a bilateral mastectomy given all the options and our doctor told us this was not unusual for people our age.

It had been about 10 days since my we met with the cancer surgeon and now we were meeting with our plastic surgeon.  The process was very complete and they had typed up our laundry list of questions (recovery time, how is it done, infections, time of surgery, pictures, etc.).  As a husband, you are wondering who is this guy?  What does he look like?  Is he some slick tanned golfer?  A pervert? Actually he was perfect.  A no-nonsense guy and very matter-of-fact.  Interestingly enough there were more people in our room for the plastic surgery consultation than in with the cancer surgery consultation.  This is where my diagreement with my wife occurred. 

I am in this strictly for my wife and mother of our children.  If she had decided against reconstruction that is her choice.  It is her boday and I’d be happy with it.  We’ve had many discussions on this topic in private and she knows I am with her every step of the way.  Before diagnosed with breast cancer my wife had been undergoing therapy for a bad back as caused by her size DD breasts.  Ironically a mastectomy would reduce that weight and hopefully help her.We had both come to the conclusion that if she wanted to have reconstruction that a smaller size would be great as long as it was good for her.  I told her that I was in agremement as long as it was up to her.

What many men don’t realize that this is a very serious topic and not the same as some starlet getting new breasts.  Check out this idiot’s article in Glamour that upset my wife today!  This is my wife and I am not some kid in a candy shop.  If you had asked me before I would have told you I’m a leg man.  BUT, my wife’s breasts are part of her identity whether she hates them or not.  Without them she’d probably be off balance emotionally as well as physically.  I think that the average large breasted women are more inclined to say that they want reconstruction (at a smaller size) after their surgery because they know what is is like.  I don’t know about smaller sized women who want bigger breasts (post-cancer surgery).

Anyway, my wife is the typical person who asks me questions all the time, but this is not the one time when I wanted her to do that.  The plastic surgeon and his team pointedly asked me questions several times and I deftly pitched them to my wife saying it is her decision.  I felt like the team was trying to make sure I wasn’t some “pig” husband trying to push his wife into getting a fake rack.  My wife kept coming back to me and saying.  Should I have a “C’ or a “D”? 

Look, “This isn’t like choosing shoes or trying on clothes”, I yelled at her afterwards. “These people are trying to make sure YOU want this and that I am not pushing you to do this.  I want YOU to show them this is your decision and not OURS!  The only thing I want is for you to be happy with whatever you get”.

To my wife’s credit, she wasn’t focused on my thoughts and predicament.  This was the normal way we made decisions everyday.  We have always been a 50/50 couple.  She didn’t realize she was putting me on the spot in front of the surgeon and his team.  She forgot about my feelings and the stress I was under as well.  I reminded her that because of costs, you can’t change your mind 50 million times when shopping like she does at Target.  I might not go to any follow up meetings with my wife and the plastic surgeon as I don’t want to be on the spot again and I don’t want to be scrutinized like that again.  Society does that to you.  I know there will be people in the future who will look at my wife and say, “Oh, she has a fake rack.  Her husband must be a pig for doing that”.  I even might have been one of those people.  Never again. 

Other than that the consultation did provide some eye-opening informations.  Overall it is only adding 45 minutes to the total surgery.  Each mastectomy takes about 2 hours.  His part takes 45 minutes.  Once the cancer surgeon is done with the first breast, and moves to the second breast, he can start.  Recovery should be two weeks and they say not to drive for 2 weeks because you likely can’t react for several weeks fast enough without hurting yourself.  Then (depending upon any radiation or chemo) you get pumped with saline in 4 weekly sessions.    After the sessions, you get the saline replaced with silicone in a separate procedure.  If there is radiation and or chemo involved, they wait until after the treatments to swap out the saline.  They say infections do occur within 20% of the patients and that is because of the radiation most likely.

The skin-sparing surgery my wife is having is the most interesting and newest part of the procedure.  it must be done at the same time as the cancer surgery.  It preserves the nipple and is done through a crescent shaped incision above the nipple.  In the past, this incision was done with the nipple removal.  This surgery thus does not require nipple reconstruction or tattooing.  Amazingly enough in looking at pictures provied by the pysician, he showed us some photos which were amazing.  in 2 of the 3 that he showed us, the woman had chosedn to get a lumpectomy and then later had to have mastectomies.  That sealed the deal.  It told us that my wife was making a very informed and yet not -so radical decision to have the bilateral mastectomy.

Next up: The MRI and genetic testing

Day 10 – Letting go – Loving someone with breast cancer

Your strength allows me to live and thrive”

Traveling away from your spouse when she has breast cancer is so hard.  I spent the whole night before leaving for my strip just preoaring things around the house so my wife would not have to deal with them while I am gone.  Leaving my wife for a few days is hard.  This is not just any business trip when you know your sife is hurting and you have to leave her.  That is not waht you do when you love someone.

Even on the airport shuttle I ran into a gentleman who was traveling to visit his cousin who is dying of breast cancer.  It jsut seems to be everywhere I look.  Someone is talking about breast cancer.  At this conference I ran into the conference organizer who tahnked me for my contribution to her 3-day cancer walk efforts.

I do thank my wife for being strong enough to let me continue to work, to let the kids continue to enjoy their summer and for those around her to not feel uncomfortable when they are with her.

In reality nothing can really happen while she is gone.  Breast cancer takes years to matastecize according to what her doctor said.  Things don’t change that rapidly.  Now her doctors only have a limited view through my wife’s mammogram so while we believe we are only at Stage 1 breast cancer, we’ll know more after the MRI and other tests.  It just still is hard to be away.  My wife though let me know that she is okay and that she knows that I love her more than ever.  It does give me some peace of mind.

Enjoy Life – A Loving Fight against Breast Cancer

“Be the Tortoise, not the Hare.  This is not a race.”

Is it ironic that the little saying on the nametag of the waitress at Heidi’s in Lake Tahoe said, “Enjoy Life”?  It was our last day of a wonderful vacation with family and I asked our perky 54 year old waitress why it said that on her tag.  She said that she had gone through some struggles in life and appreciated what she had.  She said she took the time to smell the roses every day.

I think my wife has embraced this battle with so much vigor that she might burn out.  I don’t want to slow her down as I see her energy being used to distract herself, but I also see how tired she is from runnning around all day and talking to people.  She has gotten hoarse from talking nad has developed a bit of a cough that has her worried.

Fortunately her doctor ordered her a chest x-ray just for piece of mind.  My wife sometimes gets thoughts in her head and no matter what I say, she is going to think what she is going to think.  Stubborn?  Head strong?  Maybe a little of each. 

The battle now is to get her to slow down and smell the roses.   Its hard too get her to settle down and stop talking.  The anxiety is taking its toll and she is still finding her short of breath.  She knows that this might be all in her head, but the only way to get it out of her head is to see for herself.

She has been definitely more resourceful of late which is a refreshing change, but I don’t expect her to be Superwoman.  She understands she has to slow it down.  I just have to remind her.

24 days and building stamina – A Loving Fight

There is no i in “Team” or in “cancer”.

Today we took a rest after a 3 mile family hike and a nice swim.  It was nice to get out, breathe some fresh air again and hold hands as a family.  My wife and I talked about making sutre that the next 24 days are spent getting in some good exercise and staying healthy as the recovery period will sap her energy and afford her little time to keep in shape.  We’ve been reading from some people that there was little weight loss and have been told that resting in bed will give little time to stay in shape.

Reading inspirational stories from 40+ something athletes like Dara Torres who are in better shape now than in their 20s helps as a motivational story.  Lance Armstrong, Scott Hamilton, Sheryl Crow and other celebrities act as inspiration.  the more she realizes she is not alone and that thousands of people are surviving in their own way, my wife has started to focus on “how she is going to survive” and not “how she might die” or “how she is going to be losing a limb”. 

Even our children are getting more into the spirit.  Our 8 year old son has adopted a regimen of 10 pushups every morning.  Our 6 year old daughter with her little legs worked hard to keep up with us on the hike and nodded to me several times while pointing to her little “yellow” Live Strong bracelet.  Later when our son acted up by defying an order from my wife as well and when I shot him a look, he nodded, and apologized.  Our kids are learning  every day that this is going to be a team battle and a long journey.  My son asked me today if this will be happening soon.  I told him this will still be three weeks away and he smiled saying….”Seems like forever”.

This will be a battle of endurance and we are not even to the peak (no valleys here).

Learning to live high with breast cancer

Watching you enjoy yourself at a time of great internal discomfort makes me cry with joy.

Today marks 25 days until my wife’s surgery as we are on vacation.  One of my wife’s biggest fear is heights.  Actually my wife usually won’t admit that she has many fears, but she procrastinates over many things before making me plead desperately for her to make an effort.  Today we are on vacation and I wanted to take the family on a gondola ride up to the top of Heavenly Valley in Lake Tahoe.  In the past she would have complained about the price or found something less strenuous to do.

Instead she encouraged our young daughter that we were going to see something wonderful and that there was nothing to be scared about.  My wife made every attempt to look comfortable as our gondola climbed to over 9300 feet in elevation.  Once we reached the top we went for a 2 mile hike to the top of the site of the Olympic downhill. As I looked around, I saw her overlooking Lake Tahoe with her eyes closed and taking a deep breath as the sun shined on her face making her look glowing.  She looked so peaceful as she sucked in a huge breath of the fresh thin Sierra Nevada air.  She caught me glancing and posed for a photo with the majestic escenery behind her. A powerful and evrlasting image for me.

Why so powerful?  It made me feel good to know that she was ready to take on her fears, to live life and to enjoy the day and make us all feel a bit better.  I know she had sensed our tensions flying over the past week and I think she is just letting us know that she is going to lead us through it all herself.  We had a long day full of the beach, golf, hot tub and my own birthday, but the best part was watching her on the scary gondola ride and the difficult hike.

Breast cancer – a strain on the family

“You are not alone – we are all here to fight and recover with you.  Don’t fight alone.”

We have made a conscious decision to be honest with our children yet at the same time to try not to disrupt their schedule.  We are sensing some sensitivity in our eldest son.  It has been a struggle for him as he has always been close to his mother yet at the same time very unobservant about things around him. He’s suddenly finding how his actions affect others and how he might have the opportunity to help his mother in her recovery.

We have had the children hand out Livestrong wrist bands to relatives to tell them to support their mother in her fight.  Many ask why we are not wearing the pink bands specifically for breast cancer but we don’t want to advertise too much that my wife is specifically suffering from breast cancer.  Handing out and wearing the bands really makes our children feel like they are helping their mother and I can tell that they are proud to support her although they probably do not (and purposely on our part) truly understand the seriousness.

We did hear that it will take about two weeks to recover to be able to drive and not feel as tired.  I’ve had to reschedule a few meetings to make sure that I will be around to help her with the kids.  I could use help from all of her friends and my family but I just have to be there.    This really isn’t a strain for our family but a labor of love for a wife and mother.

Taking a Vacation from Breast Cancer

“A rested mind will allow for a stronger fight”

I am finally back from work travel. It is a relief to be back by my wife’s side.  While I was gone for three days we started to get a clearer picture of our timeline.  We have rearranged our lives to take a family vacation this week and when we get back we have three appointments:

  1. MRI
  2. Plastic Surgeon
  3. Genetic Testing

My goal is to keep my wife’s mind off of the cancer as best we can by turning off her cell phone and stopping the emails.  We did also get our surgery date down to the 9th of September.  The kids will be back in school and she will have more time to rest.

We’ve taken a couple steps to tell our eldest child (8) more about mommy’s breast cancer so that he will take it easy around her more to get used to not asking his mother for everything.  He has been more scientific about it than we expected and has taken a leadership role in instructing his younger sister (6) that they need to ask dad for things more often.

My wife still is not relaxing as much as she should. I sense her overtalking and waking up with a sore throat.  Her mind is racing and thus it is my hope that taking a family vacation will be a good distraction for a few days.

Fighting Cancer is a Marathon not a Sprint

“Please pace yourself.  This is just the calm before the storm”

My wife has so much spirit right now that I think she feels ready to take on the world.  The truth is I think she needs to save that inner strength and fortitude.  We have yet to even visit with the breast surgeon or had the MRI.

One of the hard things to do is tell people you have breast cancer.  It has been my job to do that but I think the best strategy is to not tell people until you have all the facts and maybe not until after.  Right now everyone wants to help when we don’t need their help.  We’ll need their help after the surgery.  We decided to not even mention it to other parents in our children’s class.

Although that is a good plan it can backfire.  My “superhuman” wife decided to run a milion errands even taking the kids with her to the hospital to pick up slides and arrange a few more appointments.  It was a good idea to get them used to the sight of a pleasant hospital surrounding.  She then decided to clean the house and got caught while washing her car but a neighbor kid who invited himself into our home.  This kid is really nice but way too much energy and my wife should have just put her foot down and told him to go home.  Although my wife said it was fine, I could see her body was tired at the end of the day, she was still feeling short of breath from being tired, and I was not coming home to the dynamo wife I had been seeing the past few days.

We discussed the need for her to pace herself and she agreed.  We are beginning to set out a plan through the holidays and it will keep us focused on the future.  This might just be longer than a marathon.  Yes, the Olympics start tomorrow.

Day 7 – Inspiration

“You are my inspiration.  Now you have the opportunity to inspire others not only with your actions and words, but your positive attitude.”

I woke up this morning and stared at my wife who had a beautiful smile on her face although she was still asleep.  Here is someone who is going to lose a body part, have major surgery, and is currently living with a major disease inside of her and she looked so peaceful.  I’m so concerned about her yet believe she has found a good place right now where she can function and feel good about her situation.

The reality though is she faces major surgery and months of recovery which might disrupt her life a bit. 

My wife now joins the legion of survivors of cancer or those living with cancer who inspire us all.  She’s not Lance Armstrong, Sheryl Crow or Scott Hamilton, but those who will learn of her plight ad see how she handles herself will be inspired by her just as I am.  I find that even those I’ve spoken to already are amazed by her spirit to continue to move forward.  One friend today said, “You really want to have a playdate at the pool with our kids?”  I think she was amazed to hear how my wife, one day after finding out her fate, was ready to move forward and keep on living and keeping her life on a normal path.

Every day we hear amazing stories and are inspired by celebrities to every day people in our lives.  My wife interestingly enough never folows the Lance Armstrong  type sotires as much as I do.  I’m always moved by people who take adversity and not only recover to where they were before, but make themselves better.  In her own litle way, I think my wife just might be one of those people.  When you live closely with someone for 20 years you sometimes forget who it is that is standing beside you and why you fell in love with them in the first place.

Yesterday at the doctor’s office when I fell asleep after being exhausted from all the reading and reasearch i awoke to find her holding my hand and patting it as if to tell me that everything would be okay.  Maybe I needed reassurance from her that it was going to be alright.  The jury is still out, but in inspiration we find a pot of hope that is glowing in gold.

Day 6 – Visiting the Surgeon

“Today like every day is a great day with you.  Seeing you smile with tears in your eyes makes me happy”

If you don’t like waits, this was not for you.  We had a 1pm appt and showed up 15 minutes early.  We didn’t leave until 3:30pm but it was one of the most educational 2 and half hours I’ve had in a while.

For all the Significant Others out there, always go with your spouse to the visit.  Waiting there alone was bad enough with my wife, so I can’t imagine sitting in that room alone.  I think at one point there was a 40 minute wait and I fell asleep while my wife ran through pamphlets.  All of the waiting had me exhausted and it finally caught up with me I guess.  I haven’t been sleeping well.  Worrying about my wife when she wasn’t looking was killing me.  The power nap really helped.

My wife wanted me to take notes as she wanted me to make sure I jotted down the good things as she heard that you only tend to listen to the bad things. My wife’s doctor was also my mother’s surgeon.  While we sat there I read the bio of a young hot shot cosmetic surgeon and was thoroughly impressed, but this surgeon was more comforting and real.  She had a great calming effect and she made me feel good knowing that she saved my mother and is going to save my wife.

My wife’s OB/GYN has to also be commended for detecting her cancer.  “Your OB/GYN did a great job” seems to be the common thread we are hearing.   I’ve never been someone who cared about their wife’s OB/GYN, but I appreciate her more than ever.  I wrote her an email tonight just to say thanks.  How can I ever repay her.

It turns out we were very prepared for what we needed to know.  My wife and I didn’t even have to glance at each other while the doctor told us what it appears her prognosis would be.  I think all this thinking had us thinking the worst.  While the news wasn’t the greatest, I think it brought a great sense of relief for ua to finally know what it is, what our population of statistics tells us that we have to deal with, and what our timing will be.

We had a pretty good idea of what our going in thought would be and after her surgeon told her that a simple lumpectomy might just be fine with some radiation, my wife told her what she really wanted.  A double mastectomy with reconstruction.  This is no laughing matter, but it is not my choice and is all up to my wife.  She knows what she wants and if this means possibly not ever having to deal with this kind of cancer again, that is just alright with me.

Again, I learned so much about the process and preocedures which will help us get through this.  Now we will do a lot more waiting.  Yes, there will be another month before the actual surgery.  There is no danger of the cancer getting worse so the best thing to do is go on living our lives.  We need to take care of our business right now and prepare for the best and worst.

Ironically my wife did hear all the positive and it was me who heard the negatives.  I tempered her enthusiasm a bit.  This is not a print but a marathon.  We will defnitely have some tough days ahead and I want us to be prepared for that.

We started to tell our 6 and 9 year old about mommy’s lump but we’ll have to do it again another time.  We can’t be afraid to use the word cancer.  We need to tell our children about mommy and let them hear it from us rather than someone else.  Again, our goal is to get our children smarter and more mature about life matters.

In the end, I was happy to see a smile on my wife’s face that I hadn’t seen for months.  It made me cry. I’m so happy for her.  I married the right woman.