Breast Cancer Blogimony Part II: "I'd rather be alive with fake ones than dead with real ones that killed me!"

Part II: Diagnosis

Adrienne's breast cancer testimony (continued from October 22, 2013 blog-post)...

I got my results on my father's birthday. I had ductal carcinoma in situ (DCIS; also known as intraductal carcinoma).  This (DCIS) means that there were abnormal or precancerous cells in the lining of the milk ducts of my breasts. It was the earliest stage of breast cancer (stage 0), but it had not spread to other parts of my breast yet. Had I waited until the following year to check out the lump, it may have spread into other parts of my breast? There is no way to know for sure if this would have happened, but I am glad that I went to the doctor when I did.

My diagnosis was treatable with a lumpectomy, a surgery to remove precancerous or cancerous cells from the breast, followed by chemotherapy or radiation treatments. I was also given the option to have a mastectomy, which is a surgery to remove the entire breast. Although my cancer was only in one breast, I knew there was a risk of it coming back later, possibly in the other breast. My doctors explained my options for surgery and reconstruction. After asking at least 50 questions (yes, i had a tablet full upon my next doctor visit), I elected to have a double mastectomy, removing both breasts and the fear of dying of breast cancer from my life forever.

I was also tested for the the BRCA 1 or BRCA 2 gene mutations. Both the doctors and I thought that I was a mutation carrier since I had developed breast cancer at such a young age (33) and had such a strong breast cancer family history. But that wasn't the case... I did not have a BRCA mutation. 

The month leading up to my surgery was quite nerve-wracking. People who love me fasted, prayed, and even sowed financial seeds into the breast cancer cause. I continued to work until my first surgery, but no one really knew how terrified I was. I just kept praying and believing everything would be OK.

I spent a few days recovering at the hospital after my surgery. The first time I saw my body post-op, I cried. It looked like I had crumpled up sheets of paper on my chest. I looked like a boy. I felt like part of my femininity and womanhood was gone. Initially, I didn't think my husband would find me attractive anymore, but I soon realized that the good ones don't marry you for your breasts. I'm just keeping it real. Sometimes, I still feel a little bit less than a "real" woman,  but I would rather be alive with fake boobs than dead with the real ones that killed me. 

A few months after my surgery, I was preparing for breast reconstruction and implants. While I may not have looked like a supermodel after the surgery, I no longer had to worry about sagging breast, wearing bras, or...getting breast cancer again. 

I am alive

Breast cancer didn't kill me. 

I can't say enough how important early detection is for surviving breast cancer. I encourage women to be proactive and spread the word about breast cancer. Don't just wear pink...ACT. Lives depend on it. ~Adrienne

Thank you Adrienne for sharing your testimony with us all! You are an inspiration to us all. 

Love you much!
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