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Breast Cancer Treatment’s Collateral Damage – Let’s Talk About It

Breast Cancer Treatment’s Collateral Damage – Let’s Talk About It

Breast cancer treatment’s collateral damage — let’s talk about it. Yes, let’s.

This post has been sitting in my draft folder for a while. Sometimes, I hesitate to write about breast cancer treatment’s collateral damage (aka cancer crap fallout) that goes on and on and on following a cancer diagnosis.

Notice I say, following a diagnosis. I don’t say post cancer or post-cancer treatment because as far as I’m concerned, there is no such thing as post cancer. Unless you’re talking about dying, which I am not.

Once that cancer beast barges into your life, you can’t completely be rid of it because along with the ongoing threat of recurrence, the collateral damage lingers, for most of us anyway. You can’t go back.

And if you’re metastatic, the collateral damage goes to a whole different level.

A long time ago, I decided I would allow myself a good rant here on the blog now and then about some of that cancer treatment collateral damage.

Are you ready?

Breast cancer treatment’s collateral damage is a big deal. Let me repeat, it’s a BIG deal.

Sometimes, this collateral damage is short term. Sometimes it’s long term. Regardless, talking about collateral damage you have does NOT mean you are a complainer. Or a whiner. Or that you’re ungrateful. I don’t know of one single cancer patient out there who is not extremely grateful.

But being grateful does not mean you must keep quiet. No, it does not. 

This post touches on a half dozen or so collateral damage issues, of the physical sort, that I deal with. There are others, but some things are private and shall forever remain that way.

Besides, we don’t have all day, right?

When you get done reading about some of my breast cancer treatment’s collateral damage, I would love to hear about yours. Commiserating about this stuff can be helpful and downright good for you, too.

You don’t have to keep your “issues” secret. You don’t have to remain stoic. Really, you don’t.

Besides, who doesn’t love a good rant now and then?

Well, that’s what I’m hoping anyway. So, let’s discuss some of that breast cancer treatment collateral damage, shall we?

My hair, or rather, my lack thereof

I hate my hair these days. In a nutshell, it’s wispy. Hell, it’s sparse. If I sound vain; I do not care. Before cancer, my hair was one of my better features. No more.

I wonder if things will improve up there when I go off Exemestane, one of those blasted drugs we love to hate. Some say, yes. Some say, no. Time will tell.

These days, every day is a bad hair day. And by the way, when someone loses her hair due to chemo, or due to whatever reason, do not say, it’s just hair. Or, it’ll grow back (mine didn’t, okay, it did, but not the way it was before).

Do not say those things. Just do not!

I can’t tell you how many times a day, I check my bald spots and strategically rearrange things. It’s embarrassing to even type those words. But I am typing them anyway in case you are doing the same thing. I have over a dozen caps now. Before cancer, zero caps. These days, a cap is my most-often-used accessorizing essential. Sad, but true. And oh yeah, my brows and lashes, those are sparse too.

I fully realize my friends who are metastatic would say they’d gladly be bald for the rest of their lives if it meant having an extended life. I also know most of them are some of the kindest, most compassionate and understanding women on the planet, and they totally get this hair thing. They really do. They’ve told me so.

Fatigue – Why the heck can’t I get more done?

Fatigue is still a big fat nuisance. I don’t know about you, but I have yet to find my mo-jo, new normal, or whatever the heck I’m supposed to have found by now.

Are those little white pills the culprit?

I don’t know for sure, but I do know I gave up my day job of substitute teaching because there is no way in hell I have the stamina to stand in front of a classroom anymore. Seriously, I would not make it through the day.

Writing blog posts and completing freelance writing gigs is all I can handle workwise these days, and even on the blog, I’ve cut back to one post a week. Cripes, I used to write two.

I have yet to find the energy to finish, okay start, my next book; I have plans for at least two more. I’ll get to them. Eventually. I hope. I try not to think about the fact it took me five years to write my memoir.

Do you ever feel as if everyone gets more done and in less time than you?

Yeah, me too.

Taking this one step further, sometimes I wonder if blogging and writing I do manage to get done is “real” work that matters at all. Whenever I mention I’m a writer, of course, the natural question that follows is, well, what do you write about?

When I say, cancer, let’s just say, the eye-contact avoidance, fidgeting, and uneasy side-ways glances begin. Sometimes, there are actually audible sighs of relief when the subject gets changed. I kid you not.

Who can blame them? Other than you guys, who wants to read about cancer shit anyway? (Thank you, Readers.)

And, I cannot forget about the state of affairs inside my house; it’s not pretty many days. Who has the energy to deal with housework? Or yard work? Let’s just say the bar of tidiness has been lowered.

Fatigue, you do not belong here. Please go away.

That other ‘F’ word – Fat!

Do I really need to say more?

I didn’t think so. Many of you know exactly what I’m talking about, am I right?

If not, click here.

A little bedroom talk – we both miss my original parts

There is so much I could say here, but Dear Hubby is a very private person; heck, believe it or not, so am I. Maybe I’ll write a post about this topic at some point, but let me just say again, I miss the old me my breasts. They were mine. I had them a long time. I liked them. Dear Hubby liked them.

Now during intimate moments, my reconstructed ones give me no pleasure whatsoever. They are numb, after all. In fact, they cause me angst and discomfort. I wonder if the darn things will shift, or leak, or break.

Update: Since this post was originally published, I’ve experienced an implant rupture and opted for DIEP flap surgery. (Gosh, this is yet MORE collateral damage!)

And that special erogenous nipple zone. Gone. Forever. Luckily, Dear Hubby and I have figured out ways to amuse ourselves with the parts I have left, but the reality of what has been taken by cancer remains very real to us both.

I need my bones not to crumble!

An important issue for many of us post diagnosis is bone health. Before starting on an aromatase inhibitor, my bone health was stellar. Now I am labeled as having osteopenia. I am not happy about this development. Not one bit.

A person my age should NOT need to worry yet about taking a tumble and breaking her bones. I shouldn’t have to over-worry about slipping on the ice every winter or think about giving up my daily walk with the dog because I might fall. And let me remind you, I live in Wisconsin. The winters are long here. Very long.

After my recent oncology check, another health issue was revealed. I’m not ready to go into this one, so I won’t. Nothing terribly serious, but it is ONE MORE THING! And it pisses me off!

I would also like to suggest that medical professionals are not helping when saying something like, this type of condition isn’t all that uncommon for a woman of your age. 

Drives me crazy when things obviously (to me) linked to cancer/cancer treatment are attributed, far too often in a cavalier manner, to normal aging. Not buying it.

Besides, even if is it normal aging, does that mean, sorry, you’re on your own from here on out? Really? No wonder elderly folks get frustrated.

Regardless, can I just say, f*** off, cancer?

(Why, yes. Yes, I can say that.)

You might want to read and download, Endocrine Therapy – Managing & Making Decisions About Your Aromatase Inhibitor Medication.

Oh, those tingling toes…

Your feet don’t lie. They let you know immediately if something’s wrong underfoot, do they not?

I read somewhere that there are some 7,000 nerve endings in each foot. Incredible. Other than podiatrists and shoe salespeople, who thinks about feet umpteen times a day?

Well, people with neuropathy in their feet do, that’s for sure. I have a mild case, and let me tell you, I think about my feet every single day. Many times. Thank you very much, chemo.

And then there is my chronic arm and shoulder pain, joint pain and ongoing watch for lymphedema…blah, blah, blah.

Enough, right?

Even I’m getting tired of this rant!

So…those are some of the areas of collateral damage I deal with. I have a sneaking suspicion many of you, Dear Readers, are dealing with them (and others), too.

And the thing is, who knows what issues are yet to come?

Sometimes, procedures and treatments that save or prolong lives also impair them. This is just reality in Cancer Land. However, patients should be warned beforehand and also offered guidance when impairment does happen.

The risk of developing long-term side effects from cancer treatment is very real. It’s important to be aware of them — not paranoid, just aware.

You might want to read, Are the Long-Term Side Effects of Chemotherapy & Other Cancer Treatments Under-discussed?

Part 2 , when I get to it, will address cancer treatment collateral damage of the non-physical sort, of which there can be a lot as well. And as we all know, the scars we cannot see can be even harder to deal with.

I bet you relate, right?

Finally, let me repeat, I am grateful. Very grateful. However, I am allowed to be grateful, AND I am allowed to vent now and then about cancer treatment fallout shit.

So are you.

Rant over. Thank you for reading it. I think I do feel better now.

Now it’s your turn!

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If applicable, what are your top cancer treatment collateral damage issues, physical or otherwise?

Do you ever feel you are expected to keep quiet and/or remain stoic about them?

How do you see yourself these days when you look in a mirror?

 

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Jen

Wednesday 10th of January 2024

Get Rogaine now! I have been using it for a year and my hair is much fuller. I have long hair so the new 6" growth still is funky, but scalp is covered. I buy the men's generic from Costco (just use once a day per women's instructions). It is not gunky - the foam turns to "water" when you apply it to your scalp. One symptom we can control - lost half my hair 3 years into Anastrozole

Monica Guokas

Saturday 2nd of December 2023

They never talk about the sexual aspects. Not only are the foobs numb, that missing secondary sex characteristic causes other problems. Um, enjoying completion is not on the menu. At least for a long time, in my case, it was years. Whether you are flying solo or with someone, this is important info. Yes, glad to be alive still. But missing many things that are not in my new "normal". I'm 12 years out, stopped the AI 2 years ago. Things are a bit better, but not as much as I hoped in regards to feet, aches,pains, etc. And, when you think your doing OK, something else comes along, in my case, my son was dx with cancer, Mets. I hate cancer.

Nancy

Sunday 3rd of December 2023

Monica, I agree, the sexual impact is not discussed enough. But there are some folks discussing it. It is very important information and often the topic is not ever brought up at appointments. I'm glad thing are a bit better for you as far as those side effects you mentioned. Mine are better, but some things will never be the same. I'm so sorry to hear your son has been diagnosed too. I hope he is doing alright. Hate cancer too!

Kathy

Friday 1st of December 2023

I just had a knee replacement at age 57 and the second will be in February. Yep, Arimidex effect.

Nancy

Sunday 3rd of December 2023

Kathy, Oh my. One done, one to go. Good luck with #2.

Meredith Clark

Thursday 16th of November 2023

Whenever the topic is a woman's "battle with breast cancer", trauma, PTSD and collateral damage should be part of the conversation.

Nancy

Thursday 16th of November 2023

Meredith, You are so right. Unfortunately, I don't think those conversations are all that common.

Linda C Boberg

Wednesday 10th of November 2021

Nope, not the quiet type. I have pretty much everything you do (fatique, hair loss (2 and a half times), osteoporosis) but other than a big divot in my breast, I have all my parts. The tingling of toes? Oh, yeah and then I got numb calves which I thought was related to cancer, but it turns out is related to the heart meds that I have to take now that the cancer treatment caused Afib! I am screaming about that one and tomorrow start drug #3. Since I am a Bone Mets only MBCer, it's important that I take the Xgevia when I get it every 4 months and watch how I walk. I'd love to say Enough is Enough. And I am getting more vocal about drugs that taint the QUALITY of my life.

Nancy

Monday 15th of November 2021

Linda, I think you've earned the right to be as vocal as you want. In fact, we all have.