Hello,
I am a 57 year old Mom of three beautiful daughters ages 35, 34 and 32. All of whom have blessed us with four grandsons all under the age of 2.
In November of 2015, my eldest, Jennifer … prematurely gave birth to her second son five weeks early. He developed some issues but has come through them with flying colours.
In January this year, Jen discovered a small grape-sized lump in her breast which she self-diagnosed as a clogged milk duct. (She was breast-feeding at the time). Jen has two little boys, ages 2 and 7 months now.
The lump grew in size in February. She attended at our doctors who also diagnosed her having a clogged milk duct. By April, and I am not exagerrating, this lump was the size of a fist! She attended at our family doctor who immediately sent her for a rush Mammogram and ultrasound. We received the results that afternoon and they diagnosed her as having a Phylloid tumour. Our Dr got her immediately accepted into the Rapid Diagnostic clinic that week at Sunnybrook Hospital in Toronto.
To make a long story short, after an enormous amount of tests, scans, mammo’s, biopsy’s, genetic study, etc etc; on April 25th our life, as we knew it has changed. The worst news ever … her diagnosis is Stage 3, Level C, Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, Triple Negative. Cancer is in her lymph nodes and chest wall. Genetic testing proved negative. What we prayed to hear … was the word “treatment”.
On May 5th, her first of 8 treatments over 16 weeks commenced, with what I have seen nicknamed The Red Devil. She has come through the first five weeks remarkably; only major complaints are fatigue and weakmess, hair loss … and some nauseasness.
Her large lump which measured 11x12cm’s on her first day of chemo; shrunk to 8x10 on May 19th, and last Thursday, June 2nd, measured 6x6cm’s. Clearly she is responding …
The treatment plan is for her to have a double masectomy and she is opting to have a possible hysterectomy in the fall, followed by 25 sessions of radiation over 25 days (five weeks); then reconstruction perhaps in the New Year.
I am trying to stay as strong as she is appearing, but it’s so hard … as a mom, her mom. I know how scared I am, I can not imagine how/what she may be feeling. I find myself crying without any warning; when I am not around her.
Is there any mom, (or young daughter who has/is going through this) out there that can share a similar story and coach me on how to be strong; what to expect (good or bad) … be honest. We have a phenonmal family/friend support … and so blessed.
Thank you!