Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Great Ovary Debate

Blog friends, I fell off the blog path.  I was over it, you could say and was tired of sharing everything when all I felt was a sad, empty, hopeless nothing.

But, I figured I needed wanted to update those who read this blog with what I'm facing now.

Last year I had to meet with a gynecological oncologist to discuss the removal of my ovaries.  Since I carry the freaking mutation, I am at a 27% increased risk of getting ovarian cancer (the normal non-mutant population has about 1.5% risk).  That is pretty significant.  So most of the docs I've talked to have suggested that removing the ovaries is the natural next step for me.  Removing the ovaries will bring my risk down to that of the normal population.  It doesn't eliminate my risk, unfortunately, because cells will be left behind with even the best surgeon.  It also decreases my risk for the recurrence of my breast cancer.

I've known since the initial diagnosis and identification of my mutant status that I would face the decision of whether or not to remove my ovaries, but I was too busy kicking breast cancer's ass to think about my ovaries.  When we sat down to discuss it seriously last year, I shut down.  It was too much for me to take on top of finishing chemo and losing Tboz.  I had no fight left.  So I put it off until early this year.

In January, I went back to see the GYN oncologist.  I was prepared and had done much research and thinking.

I told him I would like to wait until I am 40 because removing them prior to age 40:
  • increases your overall mortality risk by 170%
    • Yep, that is one hundred seventy.  Of dying.  Hard to get past this one, huh?
  • increases your cardiovascular risk by 35%
    • Most men in my family have/had heart disease - would imagine that because I am lucky like that, I will too
  • increases the rate in which you decline cognitively (no comments from the peanut gallery, this is serious)
  • increases the rate and severity of osteoporosis and bone decline
  • Oh, and totally eliminates all possibility of creating a small person of my own and a lot could happen between now and age 40
  • Removing your ovaries (regardless of when) also causes
    • instant menopause
      • Chemo pretty much put me into menopause and the breast cancer medicine I take has wreaked havoc on my hormones as well so I am already having so many hot flashes and TERRIBLE mood swings. I really hope this does not get worse
        • Apologies to all in my path, I have been a hormonal mess. Sad, angry, happy, crying, all in the same day.  So sometimes, its just easier to stay at home.
    • definite decrease and sometimes total elimination of libido
      • DON'T READ MOM AND DAD - I don't need any kind of obstacles in this department.  I don't leave the house and Mr. Right is not going to come knock on my door, so I need motivation to get out there.  Libido (wanting to get some) is a good motivator. Sigh. 
He was OK with this decision.  He said it wasn't his recommendation but was agreeable to my plan.  He said that this means screening every 6 months.
  • The screening methods that they have for ovarian cancer are poor and unreliable.  But docs use them, because that is all they have.
    • Screening is a pelvic exam (with finger up your pooper), vaginal ultrasound (LARGE dildo type thing up your hoo-ha), blood test
  • Typically, once ovarian cancer is found it is advanced, hard to treat and carries a low survival rate.
I asked him what most of his patients did, he said most removed the ovaries right away because they could not deal with the anxiety.  He also said most don't know what I know.

He commenced with sticking his finger up my hoo ha and pooper and left.  I cried.

I went to get my blood test and it hurt and the phlebotomist missed the vein.  I cried.

I went to get the ultrasound.  The dildo was in my hoo ha for 30 freaking minutes.  I felt violated and ashamed and terrible and scared and sad and alone.  I cried through the whole thing.  There was concern from the tech and they sent me home telling me the doc would call me for a follow up.  I went home and I cried.

Doc called and left cryptic message.  I cried.

Doc finally reaches me after I leave him numerous frantic messages.  They found stuff on my ovaries.  Each ovary had a complex cyst on it.  Most cysts they find on ovaries are simple and come and go.  Complex cysts cannot be ruled out as cancer.  The plan was to do another ultrasound in 6 weeks.  If they go away, then it is nothing to worry about.  If they grow, or stay the same, then we would need to explore options.

I hung up and decided I couldn't go through this every 6 months.

A few days later I scheduled my surgery.  I will be getting spayed 1 March 12.  

I will do all that I can to keep my uterus (my breast cancer medicine causes uterine cancer, so they will push for me to get that out too).  I don't know why I want to keep my uterus other than I just want some piece of femininity left.  And who knows maybe I could grow a small person.  Someone else's small person.

Asking my friends and family, once again, to send good juju, positive vibes, rain dances, prayers, praise to allah, whatever, that what they take out will not contain any cancer.

Love to you all.

P.S.  I got a new dog.  Her name is Muppet and we are bonding.  She is no Tboz, but someday I will see her for the great girl that she is and as a wonderful being completely separate from Tboz.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Thirty Days of Thankful - Day 8, 9 and 10

I know.  I missed a few days.  I've felt sorry for myself and couldn't get in here type up the things I am thankful for even though I know that is when I need to the most.  I hate cancer.  I am having headaches and alot of pelvic pressure and this is new.  My mind goes directly to my oncologist saying my cancer will most likely come back in my brain, bones or liver.  Well, you can guess what I think headache means...and pelvic pressure is thanks to Tamoxifen.  Sigh.

Anywho, today I am thankful for:

  • Our veterans


My Pop - Walter - on the left was in the airforce

My Pop - "Brubs" - on the left was in the navy

One of my favorite things - real vmail from my pop (Walter) to his family
  • The fact that when I lay my head down to sleep, I do not worry about bombs exploding.
  • The fact that I acknowledge my fear to serve in the military.
  • The fact that some do not have the fear and fight everyday for me.
  • The fact that I have not lost life or limb.
  • The fact that I am not impoverished.
  • Having clean water to drink.
  • Having food to eat (to excess even).
  • Having a piggy bank that I do not count on to pay my bills.
  • Having the luxury of frivolous expenditures.
  • Finding the tiny shirt that the Overtons got my precious Tboz when we first met her.    It is so tiny and is a Texas A&M shirt.  I thought I had lost it and am working on a photo album (OK, really this just means I drug out the giant crate with photos in it and it is just sitting there in my room barely touched - I hate making photo albums) and found it tucked away with my photos.  I can't believe she was ever that tiny.
  • Petfinder.  I look on this website constantly to find my new best friend.  I am thinking I would like a healthy young corgi/basset hound/jack russell mix.  Black or white and female.  I do not know if this exists, but I look all the time or when I especially miss Tboz.
  • Hair paste stuff.  William had given me a huge goody bag of hair products and today I looked through it and found some "paste".  I put a tiny bit of it in my hair to give it some..., well, just because I could.
  • Fleece vests.  I think I have 4 now and they camouflage the no boob and boob roll and stomach roll nicely.
  • Portable heaters.
  • Spinning - I totally escape for one whole glorious hour.
  • In general, that my friends are still my friends even though I am quirky and don't socialize all that well.
  • In general, that my friends are still my friends even though I may say the wrong things.
  • My new sneakers from Privo.  They are white and so comfortable.  They were my present for finally attending to Tboz' remains.
  • Big ass salads
  • My parent's friends Joe and Kat because they help take care of mom and dad.
  • My parent's friends JD and Vanita because they help take care of mom and dad.
  • The prayer that my mom said for me and Tboz the day I let her go.
  • Straight teeth.  
  • Real mail.  Like in the mailbox.
  • Cable
  • Flip flops
  • The email I received from my pal Allison.  I sure do miss her.
  • Discovering that I can make tacos using savoy cabbage as the tortilla.  They sure are good.  I'm a genius.
  • My giant diamond ring.  Even though I feel like I no longer deserve to wear it, I still do.  Suck it.