Hastings and Bexhill Area Breast Cancer Support Group
MARIA'S STORY
I had a routine mammogram in
October 2011, and was only mildly
disconcerted to be called to Brighton
for further assessment. The leaflet
that arrived with the letter indicated
that this was commonplace, and that
subsequently nine out of ten women
needed no further treatment. I felt no
anxiety and confident that all would
be well. I had an ultra sound scan,
and core biopsy. The doctor was only
able to take one of the three samples, and indicated that
the lump appeared cystic, and most likely benign. I was
asked to return a week later. I was told then, that I had
a non-invasive encysted carcinoma. I worked in the NHS
for 35 years, and felt well versed with tricky situations.
However, I felt as if someone had just hit me hard on
the head. I was given an appointment to see a surgeon
the next week.
I used the internet to obtain more information about this
type of lump. I saw the surgeon and breast care nurse
who confirmed information about the histology. However,
when I was being prepared for surgery, the operation
was cancelled as I was very anaemic, and concerns were
greater about the cause of this. I was investigated, and
the breast op rescheduled. Post operatively, I was given
an appointment in outpatients but this was brought
forward by a week. I knew as soon as I walked in for the
consultation, that there was a problem, and was
informed that the biopsy indicated an aggressive
invasive breast cancer. I felt as if someone had hit me
even harder. My mother died within 2 years of diagnosis
of an aggressive breast tumour. I knew that I had a
significant chance of developing breast cancer, but given
my healthy lifestyle, I felt it was a few years further
down the line. I was keen to get further treatment
under way. I had breast lymph node biopsies, and then
chemotherapy and radiotherapy. I felt positive about
chemotherapy and radiotherapy, and have not found the
treatment difficult. I just wanted to get on with it. The
nursing and medical staff have been excellent. I have
really valued their kindness. One friend had far more to
deal with at the same time as treatment of breast
cancer. She was very positive and unfazed by her
treatment experiences. This was a great help to me, and
also a relative of another friend had recently received
treatment. The support of care staff, friends and family
has been immeasurable, but it’s odd being a recipient
rather than a deliverer of care! I continue to feel
vulnerable rather than in control.
I debated whether to attend a support group. I felt that I
did not want to be defined by this disease. However, I
found the group warm and welcoming, and continue to
attend. We all share a common and challenging
experience. The care and treatment of breast cancer has
changed immeasurably for the better since the early
1980’s. I am grateful for all the many that have invested
in it over the years, and look forward to many years
ahead.
ELIZABETH'S STORY
I was diagnosed with extensive multi-
focal breast cancer in November 2009
aged 41 and single mum to a little girl
of 7 years. I had six rounds of
chemotherapy, MRIs, CT scans, x-rays,
bone scans, countless ultrasounds and
a mastectomy. Then four weeks of
radiotherapy at Maidstone.
I had a feeling. I’d been told I had
breast cysts years before. I’d been
back to double check. I’d had an
ultrasound and a mammogram and was told it was ok
and to go away and stop worrying about it. So I felt silly
going back again. But my breast was hurting, and
actually the cysts felt slightly different.
23rd November – The registrar feels the lump. It’s
nodular, he says, but doesn’t feel ominous. We should
get it checked by radiology just in case. The
mammogram takes a long time. The consultant
radiologist welcomes me by name. We have a history. All
smiles. We look at the screen together. She’s quiet. She
says “I think they’ll want to do a biopsy on this”. When I
go back upstairs to the breast clinic, four people come
into the room. I am introduced to the Breast Care Nurse.
Does this mean I have cancer? Probably yes.
Bewildered, I go back downstairs to the radiologist for
the biopsy. My friend Rachel holds my hand. I have to
wait a week for the results.
1 December – Miss Shah is running late and time is
running out on the car parking. This is the first time I’ve
met her. She starts talking about whether I can or can’t
have an MRI because of the metal in my leg. But what
about the biopsy results? It’s Grade II cancer and there
is probably lymph node involvement as they are
enlarged. I look down at my lap. I feel dead inside. All I
can think about is my precious daughter. Rachel has
tears in her eyes. I’m handed a box of tissues, but I
cannot cry. Lymph nodes. That’s bad right? Neo-adjuvent
chemotherapy is planned to shrink the tumour before
surgery. Probably a mastectomy. The word is ringing in
my ears.
Letter after letter, appointment after appointment. Codes
- cT3 N2 Mx. What does that mean? I set about finding
out. T3 means the tumour size – mine is the biggest. N
stands for node involvement. M stands for Metastasis.
Mx means metastasis unknown.
The fear was unfathomable. The breast care nurse
referred me to a wonderful clinical health psychologist
and I was also put in touch with lovely Gloria who gave
me some advice on wigs and scarves and introduced me
to the 1066 Pink Ladies.
By September 2010 I’d finished chemo, I’d had a
mastectomy and four weeks of high-dose radiotherapy
at Maidstone resulting in some burns (very unusual).
There was over 8cm of cancer – a mixture of invasive
and DCIS. Ten lymph nodes were removed, but nothing
found in any – so perhaps it was there and the chemo
did its stuff! I was put on Tamoxifen and Zoladex
injections to stop my periods as the cancer was
oestrogen-receptor positive.
In 2012 I was hit by a curveball. Following a specialist
biopsy at Maidstone (and some persistent nagging on
my part), I had a second mastectomy in May. High grade
DCIS was found but nothing invasive, so no further
treatment was needed.
Fast forward 8 years, it’s now January 2017. I have a
thick head of hair, lots of energy (most of the time) and
I’ve been back at work for four years. My daughter turns
15 next week and is working towards her GCSEs. Last
June I ran (ok I walked, skipped and hobbled) 10k at the
Hastings Race for Life. We’ve had lots of adventures. We
went to Bali in 2011 (still sitting on my credit card). My
brother paid for us to visit him in Sydney for Christmas
2012 and we’ve been to Italy, France and Holland. We’ve
done ‘Go Ape’ at Bedgebury and we’ve been camping in
Dorset. My daughter says she remembers very little
about when I had cancer.
I’m incredibly grateful for the expert treatment I’ve had
through the NHS. I had the opportunity to be treated at
the Marsden instead but I’ve no regrets. Miss Shah’s
handiwork is second to none. I’m still on Zoladex and
moved to Letrozole from Tamoxifen two years ago. I’m
considering reconstruction, but not sure that I can be
bothered. In the years I’ve been procrastinating, the
options available have moved on, so for once, my
procrastination has paid off.
If I were asked to give some advice I’d say…
Get in touch with the Pink Ladies – they are
incredibly supportive and although I’ve not been to a
meeting for years, I know they are still there if I need
them and am constantly in contact with members
through their Facebook page.
Keep a diary or a blog – you don’t realise how far
you’ve come until you read back.
If you need radiotherapy at Maidstone – see if you
can set up a rota for friends to drive you. The
radiotherapy is a breeze compared to chemo and it only
lasts a few minutes, but you do get quite tired.
And last but perhaps most important – get out in
the fresh air and exercise. 30 minutes gentle exercise a
day is recommended. You may have days when you can
only get out for ten minutes and manage a few steps –
but it’s so important. Now my New Year’s Resolution is to
take my own advice.
ANN'S STORY
In the early summer of 1987, I
discovered a raised area in my
breast. I was living and working in
London with my husband and two
children. On that morning’s school
run I mentioned it to a neighbour
who said in very fierce tones ‘go to
the doctors and check it out!’ My GP
was on holiday, so I saw a young
locum, who examined the lump.
Without any to do, she wrote a letter
and instructed me to take it in person to Guy’s Hospital;
I did not really comprehend at the time that this was
most unusual.
I arrived at Guy’s, which was still in the old buildings at
this time and managed to work out where the Breast
Unit was. Arriving at reception I handed my letter in to
the receptionist, who, on reading it, made me an
immediate appointment with a consultant.
Within the week I was seeing Ian Fentiman MD and
within days I was admitted to The Hedley Atkins Breast
Unit, which was then in New Cross Hospital, London.
My initial operation was a lumpectomy, which confirmed
cancer. I then had a further operation which is called an
axillary node clearance, taking out some of the glands in
my armpit. At the same time I had metal rods inserted
through my breast to prepare me for an Iridium -192
Implant.
This is a treatment which no longer exists but at the
time it was at the forefront of treatment for breast
cancer if you were a suitable candidate. For this
treatment I was put in isolation for I think, two days,
during this time no one except my husband could visit
me and the nurses only came in to bring me food and
check on me. My husband was allowed brief visits but
only to the end of the bed. I had to wave to my young
son and daughter from the window of my room.
I had radioactive rods inserted into the metal tubes,
then screwed onto place. These were removed at the
end of the treatment.
On discharge from the hospital I had six weeks radio
therapy and then went onto a year of chemotherapy.
Early after my discharge, we moved to Hebden Bridge in
Yorkshire but I continued to go to Guys for my
chemotherapy. On looking back I’m not sure how I
managed to do this but I did. I caught the train from
Leeds, went straight to Guy’s hospital had my treatment
then caught the next train back, the effects of the
chemo hit me on the train. At Leeds, my waiting
husband took me home for me to recover until the next
time.
And recover I did! Three years later we moved back
south to Hastings. There was a brief scare in 1991, when
on a check-up at Guy’s, it was thought I might have
another tumour. I was admitted back to Guy’s in the new
Hedley Atkins Ward at London Bridge for surgery but
happily this turned out to be a false alarm and all was
well.
My breast had become quite deformed by the surgery
and treatment, it also shrank in size. So much so, that in
2003, I had a breast reduction in the healthy breast to
even me up. This was done by Mr Pickford at the Queen
Elizabeth Hospital, East Grinstead.
In 2011, I developed what I initially thought was an
infected spot on the breast that had had the tumour. It
didn’t clear up and my doctor referred me to Miss Shah,
breast consultant at the Conquest Hospital in Hastings.
After many courses of antibiotics and many trips to the
Conquest it was decided that I had radionecrosis, a
condition bought on by the iridium treatment that I had
in 1987. Being such a rare case, I found myself being
examined by students and having my photograph taken
and agreeing that Miss Shah could refer to my case in
her teachings. The radionecrosis spread and the infected
areas became very unpleasant, requiring dressings and
the inflammation grew steadily worst. Eventually Miss
Shah felt that a mastectomy was the only way forward
and in January 2012, I had a mastectomy. I am now
waiting for a reconstruction which will be done by Mr
Pickford. This is on hold until I can get down to a
required weight need for the safety of the operation.
Though the radionecrosis was an unpleasant side effect
of the treatment I had in 1987. I like to think that the
treatment I had back then probably saved my life. I
know now that I had a pretty massive tumour, so I
consider myself lucky that I was able to see my children
grow up, that I reached my 70th birthday in good health
and my husband and I celebrated forty years of
marriage in November 2013; I have a lot to be thankful
for.
HEATHER: MY BREAST CANCER EXPERIENCE.
I was called for my routine
mammogram in 12 December 2007 for
my 5 yearly check-up.
We went away for a long Christmas
Holiday and upon returning home on
the 2 January there were two letters
waiting for me saying there had been a
problem with my mammogram and
they wanted me to make an urgent
appointment at Brighton Hospital as
they needed to do some further checks. I’d had this
before so I wasn’t too worried. I was seen by Dr Ruben
on the 7 January. He said that there had been something
suspicious on the mammogram and I needed further
investigations. I had several biopsies taken and another
mammogram and an ultrasound done and was told to
come back in two weeks for the results. I went back on
the 23 January 2008 it was a very long two weeks. I was
told that they had discovered cancer in my left breast. I
was extremely shocked as I never expected to hear that
result.
The Doctor said as I lived in Battle he would refer me to
the Conquest Hospital under the care of Miss Shah. The
appointment came through for the 28 January 2008.
Miss Shah filled me with confidence. She said that the
mass was about 31mm and we agreed a total left
mastectomy and node clearance as the safest procedure.
The well organised machine leapt into action and I was
booked in for my op on the 15 February. I must admit to
feeling scared but I was soon put at ease by Miss Shah’s
hunky Registrar Matt. It’s amazing what a beneficial
effect a young man has!
I was in a 6 bedded bay and there was a good mix of
patients who helped pass the time. The surgery wasn’t
as bad as I expected, in fact almost pain free just the
drain causing bother. I was soon up and running around,
Matt used to come and visit us at night and our bay was
full of twittering females! I was delighted to hear that he
was the last person to hold my boob, we all chuckled.
Miss Shah said that as they had found my cancer quickly
and it hadn’t reached my lymph nodes (although they
did a total lymph clearance) I would not need
radiotherapy or chemotherapy. I felt so fortunate others
weren’t so lucky. I had to go back to the ward frequently
as I had a build-up of post-surgery seroma that was
regularly drained by Matt still it was nice to see him!
I had lost my elder sister to breast cancer in 2000 so I
must admit I was rather scared that I would not survive
it. My husband was so supportive. Selfishly I didn’t give
a thought how he was coping I was just thinking of me
and how I was affected. With hindsight he needed much
more support than I did, it was so hard for him to keep
positive for me as he didn’t have anyone to share his
fears with. We cried many a night together it was a
scary time.
I joined the 1066 Pink Ladies and immediately felt part
of the group. I was so heartened to hear other ladies
case histories and I enjoyed the meetings.
I could never get on with the ugly great prosthesis
provided by the hospital although they told me that was
what I looked like. To me it was huge ugly and plastic. I
bought a "been a boob" from Nicola Jane much lighter
and more comfortable and suitable for me. I was always
self-conscious of my loss and always worried it was
obvious to everyone, I discussed this with Miss Shah.
She said I was an ideal candidate for reconstruction as I
had not had to have any other therapy. She put me in
touch with the breast care nurses and then with Mr
Pickford who was the plastic surgeon from The Queen
Victoria Hospital in East Grinstead who did breast
reconstructions.
Mr Pickford said that my good breast was too big and
droopy (I said natural fall) he said he couldn’t rebuild me
one like that (phew!) so he suggested he did a reduction
on that side then follow it by a Diep Flap reconstruction
(which incorporates a tummy tuck as the new breast is
built from surplus tummy fat) this seemed the perfect
choice for me as I had a load of surplus tummy fat
hanging around doing nothing and I did want to be
reconstructed using my own natural skin and fat if
possible.
I had the "good" breast reduced in January 2010 I was
in hospital just two nights. I was really delighted with
the result, it was perfect! Neat and pert I couldn’t have
designed it better myself. I just need another one like
that.
With great excitement I was booked in for my
reconstruction on the 14 March 2010. Whilst I was under
the anaesthetic Mr Pickford made the incision and
discovered that my tummy did not have an adequate
supply of blood vessels to the flap due to a previous
hysterectomy where the surgeon had cut them all. He
had to quickly revise the operation using the one decent
vessel he found. Mr P decided to do a pedicle flap op, he
later said he hadn’t done this operation for ten years as
it was an out of date procedure. This meant tunnelling
the flap under my skin and into position without cutting
the only available blood vessel. Under normal
circumstances he would have disconnected the blood
supply lifted the flap and using micro surgery
"replumbed" it into position but he did not want to
disturb my one usable vessel more than he had too.
Coming around in recovery he was there, so concerned,
he told me that he did not think the operation was a
great success but the next 48 hours would tell. They put
me under a "bear hugger" to keep warm as the flap
needed help Later I was taken from recovery to the
"Step Down Unit" this is a unit of 4 beds where there is
constant monitoring. I was introduced to the Staff Nurse
who would look after me. I’d landed on my feet, Jason
was a young blonde blue eyed lad in his twenties. He
kept me company each night. He was a fantastic nurse
and was so caring.
During this time I needed a transfusion of two units of
blood and then fluids to help me. I have naturally low
blood pressure and pulse this worried them.
During the day another team rolled into action. It was
wonderful care.
After 4 days in the step down unit I was transferred into
the next bay of 4 beds as I didn’t need quite so much
observation.
When Mr Pickford later came to look at the flap he said
that sadly it looked as if half of it hadn’t survived as it
had turned black, he asked if I would consider leech
therapy. I agreed as I felt it could only be beneficial so I
had a week of leeches sucking out the bad black blood
trying to get a good flow of nice red stuff, quite
interesting if you are not too squeamish as some times
after they had fed their fill they dropped off and wriggled
down into the bed, one did a runner across the floor, the
trainee nurses didn’t like that! I named the leeches after
politicians. Tony Blair was a particularly good feeder but
Gordon Brown wasn’t interested.
Mr P said that they were making a case study of me due
to the failure and arranged for photos every step of the
way, they had a plastic team case conference to see if
things could have been handled better and if any lessons
could be learnt from my experience.
After a week of the leeches Mr P decided to do what he
called "a tidy up operation" which cleared away all the
dead black skin and stretched the good skin over to form
another good breast. I did not think there was sufficient
material there. What a magic man, so very clever, there
when I came round was a good new boob swollen and
tender but a recognisable small breast at last! I might
need another op later to get symmetry but I’m not in the
least worried.
Mr P decided as I had been so patient for 14 days I’d
had long enough being hospitalised and said I would do
better at home. The tummy tuck had gone well. He had
taken off all my surplus belly and midriff fat and given
me a wonderful flat profile. (I’ve been told since by
Graham his Registrar that as Mr Pickford felt I had a bad
experience with the breast surgery he gave me the best
tummy tuck ever, the type he reserved for his private
patients).
The whole experience gave me total confidence with The
Queen Vic at East Grinstead from the cleaners up to the
top. The anaesthetic, surgical and nursing teams were
wonderful and made the whole experience totally trauma
free even for a wimp like me. I’m now slowly healing and
my body does more each day. I’ve learnt not to push
myself too far. I don’t regret the procedure for a moment
and highly recommend the operation and I am delighted
to be in proportion at last. On my latest appointment
with Mr Pickford it was agreed that I would have an
expander inserted (a sort of balloon) and a regular
inflation to get my new breast to the correct size.
This was done in February 2011 quite a straightforward
procedure if a little "uncomfortable" when it’s blown up
to oversize to allow for the "natural fall" (Mr P likes this
phrase – as droop isn’t what I admit too) It’s wonderful
to be able to fill a bra with ME rather than that
uncomfortable prosthetic one. The pretty underwear will
come out this summer – I even tried on a bikini and you
can’t see the join!
Later on the expander will be removed and a smaller
silicon implant will be inserted – stitch me up yet again
and later Mr P will do a small op to make a nipple just a
little cross made and stitched up to make a nobbly bit.
When that settles down it can then be tattooed to make
an areola, the cherry on the cake! - Watch this space!
Asking members of the group to recall their breast
cancer stories is not always an easy task.
Most of us would rather look forward than back to a
time fraught with worries and fear. However, we like to
give hope to those recently diagnosed, just look at
some of those dates! Treatments may have changed but
we are still here and enjoying life in 2017.