My Fiery Week From H-E-L-L #MyLeftBoob

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They say, “If you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen.” But what if you’re standing in the kitchen crouched in a corner waiting for the firefighters to arrive and put out the fire? And you CAN’T get out? You’re frozen by the flames….they have backed you into the corner…you’re stuck….waiting….feeling the intensity of the flames but helpless to do anything about it. That’s sort of how the last few weeks have felt for me.

The spark that started my fire began with a lump I discovered while dying my fiery red hair. The embers sat for a while, heating up. Then came those dreaded four words: “You have breast cancer.” Embers turned into flames…… then comes more fuel for the fire that starts increasing a bit more rapidly….lumpectomy, radiation, possibly chemotherapy….and Monday?

I waited all day Monday for pathology test results that I was told would come Friday. After fielding many texts, calls and emails  from family and friends who were also anxiously awaiting results, I finally got “the call.” It was not the news I was hoping for but it was not a death sentence. My doctor who is supposed to normally have such a great bedside manner was suddenly not so wonderful anymore. She matter-of-factly dropped a bomb in my lap but didn’t wait around for it to go off. “See ya.” she says. “I’m done with you. NEXT!”

The flames are getting hotter now. But I do have a fighting chance.

After the emotional reaction from some of my family members after telling them this news, I have decided that I am going to hold off on telling the world until after Friday’s doctor’s appointment.  I am just not mentally ready to explain it all over and over again.

I know the title of this post was my “week” from hell and it is only Tuesday, but it feels like I have been though a week’s worth of events and information already……

After hours on the phone with the doctors, nurses and family members, I spent late Monday into early Tuesday in the Emergency Room.When I stood up Monday night to get ready for bed my left breast was red, sore and swollen. I called my doctor who told me to go to the E.R. After hours of waiting around I called a third tome to ask if she, or another doctor, could come check out the infection on my breast since the 20-something-year-old Physician’s Assistant has never worked with breast cancer patients and didn’t even know there was a breast surgery department at the hospital. I told my doctorI would feel more comfortable if she or another surgeon could check it out to which she replied, “I’m home right now. I don’t live at the hospital.” Alrightey then. Did somebody say something about a “good” bedside manner? Strike three.

The nurses hooked me up to an I.V. and pumped me full of antibiotics. More tests. More blood work. I have an infection. More questions.  Less sleep. Less is not always more. It’s getting really hot in here and I am starting to sweat. I’m only supposed to sweat at boot camp…..

Tuesday consisted of another doctor’s appointment, more medications and calls from four different doctors and a nurse.  Wednesday I will meet with my primary care doctor,Thursday with my gynecologist and Friday with the medical oncologist. This is like a full-time job!

All I can do now is focus on the end result- getting better and trying to be strong for others so they won’t fall apart. The fire is going full force now as I sit and wait for others to rescue me from the blaze. I know help is on the way, I just have to sweat it out a few more weeks,months, years, however long it takes. I can and will do this.

Let’s get #MyLeftBoob trending on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. If I didn’t find mine when I did it may have been too late.
All you have to do is:
  1. Take a selfie with your clothed left boob prominently displayed
  2. Post it on Facebook, Instagram an/or Twitter, tag me @WendiPopRock and hash tag #MyLeftBoob #CancerSucks
  3. Tag your family and friends so they will do it too!

Photo: Flickr Creative Commons, rahul rekapalli

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  1. Trackback: When You’re Engulfed in Flames and Nobody Has Heard of a Fire Extinguisher #MyLeftBoob | Wendipoprock's Wild Ride

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