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Sunday, October 4, 2015

no pink for profit runs/walks for the cure v2.0

The miraculous photo in which we all have our eyes open! photo: I. Hendel

There was some incredible coverage in the Ottawa Citizen this year. All the articles listed below were also in the Saturday print version of the paper (for my American friends: the Saturday papers have the highest circulation, as yours do on Sunday):






The Citizen also posted a short video to their web site:



Thanks so much to all the team members (including those who who were not able to attend the walk/run) and to everyone who donated. Special thanks to Andrea (who is the real woman wearing the pinnie in the Citizen photos) for holding my hand through the surreal filming of the video and to our honorary team members, Tim (picked up the team kits and t-shirts) Ian (took photos and custody of our stuff while we walked and Lee (stepped up with kid distraction when it was very much needed).


May we all be healthy and able to do it next year. And may there soon come a time when the Run for the Cure is a thing of the past.


"I'm running for...Deanna, Susan, Judy (and me). 
In memory of Sarah and Rebecca." 
photo: A. Ross

a helpful hint....







I was off to get an MRI today which just adds worry even though you are hoping it is nothing. So yes I was stressed out but that is all part of having tests done now. I went off to the MRI this morning entourage following (yes I consider MC and Genevieve my entourage). I was seated in the room by the nice staff and handed the stack of paperwork.  It always cracks me up when I have to fill out the paper work for these tests, really you don't have this on file?? Why do you need all this info AGAIN!!!!?? We chuckled at the "have you ever been hit by a bullet or any other metal object?" Come on I am not a gang banger....any more (JOKE it's a JOKE). You can not have metal in these MRI machines because they use magnetics. Thank god I dodged that bullet in 1995, phew. WAIT, I have expanders in that have magnetic pieces and there is the question line 46 "Do you have tissue expanders in".  SHIT SHIT and a little more SHIT. First, great job to the doctor who ordered that she should have known this. Second, now what?? Well, I could wait until after the swap in late November. UMMMMMM, I do not do waiting well. I did what I always do I made calls to people in high places. The doctor that referred me kept using the term "only taking calls that are 911 relevant" when I called WTF does that mean, don't you think I am 911 important cause I AM DAMN IT!
Well, I hopped on my phone and called my favorite most loving OB/GYN office  because I know they think of me as 911. They called the referring doctor and started the fire which I then stoked. When I called back I not only had to rehash what the nurse just told her but she said they did not know I had expanders in, seriously about to blow at this point. I was dealing with dumb asses.She had to call me back!! After what felt like an hour later I called her back, she put me on hold and said she would call me back again. I am being nice because I was cussing like never before (props to my entourage for keeping me calm) and I am giving you the extremely short version. AHHHH my phone rings "Yes, Mary Ann?" WHO THE HELLLLL IS MARY ANN???!!! "No" I say ever so politely while I bang my head on the wall "My name is ANN MARIE". DO these fools have the right person? Who's chart are they looking at?? I was off to a CT scan now. UGGHHHHHH. SO after almost 3 hours of waiting, phone calls, and being ever so fucking polite the scan took 3 minutes! Good times here good times.
Results say my brain is still in there, phew I think my friends and family were starting to wonder. Nerve damage, who needs nerves?? I will have na MRI after the implants go in, something to look forward to. All of this proves one major thing...those forms we have to fill out all the time NEED to be filled out. Next stop, neurologist. I needed to add another friggin doc to my resume. What a stupid dumb breast cancer day??? Who is stopping over with the stupid dumb Patron?

Saturday, October 3, 2015

as it should be.

I had a doctor's appointment today. 

The right side incision (the one where they put in the new port) hasn't healed properly and the area around it is angry and red. There's a spot on my neck where they entered the vein that is also a bit infected. 

Despite my fears that I was being a worry-wart, I was taken seriously. The doctor took a swab of the wounds and gave me a prescription for an antibiotic. She felt around the area of the port to make sure that it wasn't tender. She thinks it's just a surface infection but if the port area gets sore or the infection seems to worsen, I'm to go to the hospital.

The doctor I saw was replacing my GP but works in her practice. She and the nurse I saw today seemed happy to see me and were genuinely empathetic and compassionate. None of my concerns (I also brought an ingrown toenail to their attention) were dismissed or belittled. They were patient and thorough. And the starting point of our conversation was that I know more about my own body and some of my medical experiences than they do.

When I left, I was practically crying with gratitude.

And then I got angry. Shouldn't this be the treatment that every patient should expect at every medical visit?


happy october







Friday, October 2, 2015

I've got owies

So mature of me but I am having pain issues these days. Everything from a sore toenail to some more serious back pain. (Insert snarly, perky voice here 'on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain today?') Its definitely in the 7 range.

I have not been god to myself recently and in some ways, I have been downright bad. Everything from carrying heavy things to cutting my lymphedema hand to standing too much.

On the plus side, I put on a new pain path this morning, on the minus side, I cannot expect much relief rom my back until then. And with additional stupidity, I may border on cranky or possibly even crabbiness.

really random


I had to turn on the heat today. I was hoping to wait until later in the month but the temperature dropped to 12C (53.6) inside the house.

Late last week, I became convinced that something had crawled into our chimney or heating ducts and died. We have since had both cleaned. No dead thing was found but the smell is gone, too.

I've been watching more television lately than I have in years (when I could go weeks without watching television). I have become hooked on So You Think You Can Dance (US and Canadian versions) and Glee. I also have just discovered House. I've clearly been missing out on something good, there.

After yesterday's grumpy post, I want to say that I think there are lots of groups out there doing good work on behalf of cancer patients. I like Breast Cancer Action (although some chapters are better than others), the Canadian Breast Cancer Network, Living Beyond Breast Cancer and the Young Survival Coalition (they are behind the Annual Conference For Young Women Affected By Breast Cancer). Can you suggest others?

I also like to support my local cancer centre. I felt torn about this, as I believe that it's government's job to fund hospitals (through my tax dollars) but as a consumer, I know how many services are desperately needed.

I had a wonderful four day visit with my friend, K. We spent every waking moment together and still the visit felt too short. We were room-mates at Pearson College (K. is from the Netherlands). I nearly fell over when she pointed out that we met 25 years ago this month.

I realized when I was with K. that it was really important to me that she she appreciate all the things that I love about Ottawa. My heart soared when we were walking along Richmond Street in the rain and she announced how much she likes it here.

We hung out in the Glebe, Westboro and the Byward Market. We went walking in Gatineau Park. We visited Kingsmere. I had never been there. I loved the purple prose describing the property, the ruins and Mackenzie King himself. I also found it amusing that while we were informed of the fact that he was Canada's longest serving Prime Minister, there was no mention of the fact that he was completely bonkers.

Where do you like to bring friends who visit your home town?

October 2013

It's October 1, 2013. Our government? Lights out.  Our culture? Splashes of pink pop up like crabgrass, from the grocery store aisles to newspaper supplements.

But the truth is out. Those most affected by metastatic breast cancer are not fooled by the government's stonewalling nor are they taken in by a commercialized illusion of cancer. They are busy with other things. Things like living.  Things like dealing with neuropathy or nausea from yesterday afternoon's treatment. Things like tracking down a researcher while juggling a child's after-school schedule, or sharing news about Perjeta, the first neoadjuvant treatment for women whose breast cancer tumors express the surface protein HER2-neu (human epidermal growth factor 2), which account for perhaps 20 percent of the 160,000 new cases of breast cancer expected this year. Things like researching second generation sequencing and asking about the differences between genomic profiling and chemo-sensitivity testing. These are just some of the things people with metastatic disease do. Some are preparing for palliative radiation therapy, a new round of chemo, others are returning home with drains and pain medicine, another has just entered hospice care. Every year approximately 40,000 die of metastatic, not primary, breast cancer. That comes to 1,000 women every day.

Everyone is changed. Our shared humanity ties us together in a sacred space.

Two weeks ago I attended the Metatstatic Breast Cancer Network's annual conference that was held in conjunction with the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. There Don S. Dizon, MD of Massachusetts General Hospital and frequent ASCO Connection contributor, presented a perspective  on living with metastatic breast cancer that didn't as much resonate as detonate. That's because the words typically associated with metastatic disease aren't of the back-slapping hey, make my day variety.  In oncology corridors the frequent phrases are incurable, progressive, chronic and relapsing to the frequently repeated "many live well a long time."  

With Don S. Dizon at MBCN's Annual
Conference in Houston 9/21/2013.

In the first weeks following my metastatic diagnosis I frequently deconstructed "many," "live well" and "long time." How was many was many? Greater than 70 percent of women live a long time? 60 percent? I gnawed on my own chances.  I had little blobs of cancer in a lot of places, a tad more difficult than one big blob that could be nixed out with a scalpel or a jolt of radation. Listen, someone else's cancer is always cooler than yours.  What about a long time? Was that ten years? How about 11? Twelve sounded magnificent but 13!  Greedy and perhaps unwise. At that point in my own experience acceptance and uncertainty had not yet laid down the essential, parallel tracks through my consciousness, like the smudge of a jet stream against a fall sky.

In fact statistics on metatstatic disease, which uses information gathered from the past to project how you may do in the future, now feel absurd to me. They feel inaccurate and out-dated. Social media amplifies the difficult at the expense of underplaying the rhythms of regular life. Many out here in mets country are visually unidentifiable. We don't look sick. Tumor biology and the array of available treatments now, plus the unknown interplay between each woman's individual health, her tumor and reaction to treatment are the final arbiters of health, of lived days. All these intangibles. There are no answers, only guidlelines and decisions formed by each woman's preferences, her perception of the facts, and an oncologist's wisdom and experience in helping to guide the patient and significant other (s) through the process.

"Breast cancer sucks. Metastatic breast cancer sucks even worse," Dizon said. He wasn't swearing for an easy conference chuckle (zesty cancer crowds swear a lot)  but because it led him to what was even more important, "Feel it. Own it. Embrace it. Then move on."

Dizon uses a three-prong approach to make some order out of a disease with so many uncertainties. When oncologists say, "everyone's different," that is the truth.  Give 100 different women Femara and the range  of reported side effects will stagger you.  To keep things simple Dizon recommended three words: pragmaticism, realism and optimism.

A pragmatic approach to metastatic disease, which has stages I'm only now understanding that are not linear but cyclical, simply means being practical. "No one else has to walk in your shoes," he said. "Do what matters.  With metastatic disease it's all about you and those you love."

It's about you and those you love.  It occured to me not to let cancer screw that up, that nothing was that powerful.  "Prepare for an uncertain present, and an even more uncertain future," he said.

For me, that is where both optimism and a realistic approach play. This week I have another set of staging scans. That's the reality. Numbers and digital images may or may change my current prescription. But what Don Dizon brought home was his emphasis that being realistic does not mean ceding your independence or sense of less.  Cancer won't make me less than.
MBCN Conference Shirt Says it all.

I listened, then walked around for a few moments after his address. When you step into a ballroom full of women amd men who have lived with this illness for many years -- its peaks and valleys, months of clear scans, a body's sudden betrayal, an errant tumor marker, a treatment failure -- your perspective once again expands. It can only be so. Your eyes fill with tears.  I know who these women are now. I see them.  Yes, finally, I get it. I know each and every one would divorce themselves from this disease in a heartbeat if it were at all possible  So far it isn't. But I can feel it, own that, and embrace my life.

I wish the same for you.

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Some pertinent links for October:

1) The Advanced Breast Cancer Community, Who Are We? 
2) The power of grass roots advocacy & growth:  Metavivor, supporting metastatic breast cancer research 
3) Amazing work: Think Before You Pink
4) Takes no offense from the word no: Terry Arnold, survivor and advocate for Inflammatory Breast Cancer (IBC).  IBC is a rare (approximately 4 percent of all cases) and aggressive form of breast cancer that often appears as a rash and may not appear with a lump. It is frequently misdiagnosed. This is one case where early detection can make a profound difference.

To come:
1) ABC2 - Advanced Breast Cancer Second International Consensus - Novemeber 7 - 9, 2013
2) San Antonio Breast Cancer Symposium -  December 10 - 14, 2013

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