A chance to embrace a new look at life, cancer
On June 28 I will be done with cancer treatment.
I will finish my last dose of Herceptin, the chemotherapy agent I have been taking all year. It reduces the risk of recurrence in Human Epidermal growth factor Receptor 2-positive (HER2+) breast cancers like mine. A few weeks later I will have my port – the access tubing under my skin that has been used to give me my medications for the past year – removed.
Our lives are full of anniversaries and important dates. I want to use this column to reflect on some.
In May 2011, I found a swollen lymph node and like many people I initially thought it would go away on its own. When it did not, I sought the help of a colleague at Group Health and had a biopsy.
When the biopsy came back, I initially did not know it was breast cancer. All I knew was that I had a “poorly differentiated adenocarcinoma.” Believe me, that sounds as bad to a doctor as it sounds to you. It was not until I underwent various types of scans that I learned it was breast cancer.
Once I knew that the cancer had not spread past the lymph node, I was actually relieved that is was breast cancer because I had some idea that my chances of survival were good.
The first few weeks of knowing you have cancer are chaotic and scary in so many ways. Uncertainty and emotions make it difficult to plan and process as you undergo uncomfortable procedures. Having a primary care physician and a team of helpful nurses, medical assistants and office staff to walk me and my husband through the tests, diagnosis, treatment options and decisions made all the difference in the world. We are so grateful to each and every one of them.
On June 30, 10 days after my initial biopsy results, I started chemotherapy. I completed 18 weeks of combined chemotherapy (three different drugs) and since last November, have been on only Herceptin every three weeks.
The medical oncologist and the team of nurses, medical assistants and office staff have answered my phone calls, been patient with my questions and listened to my concerns. The same can be said of the surgeons and radiation oncologist.
Each step in the treatment program came with its own anxieties and side effects. I often had a hard time believing that it all would work for me, but it has. I cannot express how much it meant to have people who listened to me even when I had doubts. I hope that in the future, I can be there in the same way for others.
June 20 marks the anniversary of my diagnosis. During this year, I learned in a personal way something I thought I already knew. Modern medicine has accomplished amazing things, but on its own it cannot comfort, bring strength or renew any of us. It is the personal touch of people that makes the difference. It is also our friends and family who inspire, console and strengthen us when we go through difficult times. These relationships are what brought me to the point I am at now.
If it were not for the miracles of modern science, I would not be looking at what will likely be a long life. If it were not for the people in my life, I would not have made it through the treatment that got me here.
Dr. Alisa Hideg is a family medicine physician at Group Health’s Riverfront Medical Center in Spokane. Her column appears every other Tuesday in the Today section. Send your comments and column suggestions to email@example.com.