She’s 30 years old, athletic, and otherwise in excellent health, and now she is facing surgery, possibly chemotherapy, and decisions that will effect her future chances of having a child. Fuck.
She discovered a lump in her breast back in November (?) and went in for exams, scans, etc. Initial indicators were that it was likely benign, but then test results came in just before Christmas that flipped to “likely malignant.” Confirmed shortly thereafter. I don’t have every detail, but there are no indicators it has spread beyond this tumor (at the moment).
She has opted for a bi-lateral, radical mastectomy, with no reconstructive surgery at this time. As she put it, “I hardly have any boobs as it is; won’t be that big a change.” Her surgeon has been great; she is very assertive and self-directed, and he has treated her like an adult and like a partner in her treatment. He pushes back gently if he thinks she’s being too hasty or extreme with a decision, but if she says, “no, this is what I want,” he respects that.
He thinks that, given the proximity of the tumor to the fascia over her pectoral muscle, he may have to remove a little muscle tissue. Fortunately, he is not anticipating removing very much. We won’t know anything about the lymphatic system until he removes the sentinel nodes during surgery, but as of right now there are no indicators that it has spread.
Her cancer is estrogen-positive, so she will have to make decisions about hormone treatments, possible removal of her ovaries, and other things that a 30-year-old shouldn’t have to think about.
She goes in for surgery on Thursday. The plan is to bring her to our house after discharge (we only live about an hour-and-a-half away) so we can baby her until her first post-op check-up. She has a friend coming to visit and stay with her in her apartment after that.
She is incredibly smart, driven, and self-reliant. This entire process has been heart-wrenching. I am fiercely proud of her ability to make decisions and stick up for herself, and so, so worried about her spirits. She has issues around control, and dealing with things she can’t control; this will tax her more than I think she knows.
My wife is, obviously, devastated and worried. Their relationship was pretty rocky through the teen-aged years, but they’ve grown so much closer in the years since. Still, there are moments when their personalities (which are incredibly similar) clash. They’ve both gotten pretty good at backing off when they can sense the other is getting annoyed with them, but under stress there’s always the increased chance that these tensions will elevate.
I’m the one in the family that keeps calm and gets shit done. I have my breakdowns, “off-camera.” For the most part, I’ve been OK. Call it naiveté, but I have faith in modern medicine, I like her surgeon, and it seems like everything was caught pretty early. But, if I think too hard about the mental aspect of this - about the monumental decisions she has to make, about navigating some better-than-in-the-past but still somewhat fragile family dynamics, about her mental health going forward (she has always had some body dysmorphia in one form or another, along with anxiety issues) - I just feel so helpless.
So - all I can do for now is be there when she needs me, and be there for my wife when she needs me. I am already stocking sone of my daughter’s favorite snacks, I’ll be cooking up a batch of my famous chicken soup, and I think there’s a “Firefly” rewatch scheduled for the weekend. My wife has spent the past few weekends sewing together a cute little duffle bag for the hospital stay, some garments to hold her drain pouches for post-surgery and that are easy to slip on with limited mobility.
I don’t know that I’m looking for advice or anything; I think I just needed an anonymous bunch of people to “talk” to. Given how the next couple of days will be, I may not get back to this thread, at least for a while, so my apologies in advance if I don’t reply. I’m not much of a believer in anything spiritual, but if you want to pray, or send healing energy, or just good wishes toward my daughter, I won’t say no to them.
Fuck cancer!