The body image issues continued. How could they not? After breast cancer treatment, the woman in the mirror looked like a damaged mannequin. And even with breast implants, I felt like a creature that belonged on a different planet.
I pity the guy who checks me out and dares to come up to me, I told a guy friend over a text message. And when he asked why, I replied, Its like feeling sorry for a man who hits on a drag queen thinking he is a she. He said I didnt make any sense.
Three weeks after radiation therapy had ended, the injuries in my chest were starting to look like a sunburn. And nearly four months after the last chemo, my eyelashes were back, my nails were starting to grow stronger and my head had enough hair for people to assume that I was going for a rebellious punk look.
Never has the link to beauty and health been more obvious. I weighed 144 pounds; my ideal is 125. I hadnt exercised in months, so I decided to show up to a spinning class at a gym in Miami Beach. I walked out of the class after 15 minutes and nearly fainted while walking back home.
Are you kidding me? Why would you do that? a friend asked. You are not well. You really need to take care of yourself. Yes, now you dont have to go to the hospital as often. Lets keep it that way.
She was right.
The past five months had felt like some one had thrown me into a pool, and I had been doing my best to swim back to the surface. But as much as I wanted to think that I was getting closer to the surface, I wasnt.
I was in the gray zone. My energy level was low, but I was healthy enough to return to work part-time, and as I attempted to do so, I caught a nasty throat infection. I love and admire my co-workers. I wanted to hug, shake hands. A few days later, I had a fever. I showed up to Dr. Alicia Rodriguez-Jorges office without a voice.
She had not seen me since she had given me the green light for chemotherapy last year. As I attempted to whisper my course of treatment, I covered my face with both hands and broke down in tears. I couldnt believe I had gone through everything I had gone through. I was terrified. I didnt want to suffer any more.
Whats important is that you survived, said Rodriguez-Jorge, who has a private practice near Mercy Hospital in Coconut Grove. If there was a good time to get cancer, this was the time. You are young, and have a capacity to recover. Not everybody does.
According to the National Cancer Institute, an estimated 229,060 new cases will be diagnosed in the United States in 2012. One in 31 women will die.
You can slowly increase your level of activity. You can start doing some weight training to work out your legs when you start to feel better. No spinning yet, said Rodriguez-Jorge. Pneumonia is not uncommon after treatment. You need to get some rest. She sent me to get a chest X-ray, lab work and antibiotics.
Before the cancer treatment, Valentines Day week would have been a busy one. I would have worked long hours. I also would have networked at the Social Media Miami conference, celebrated my brothers birthday, gone to the boat show in Miami Beach, people watched at Premios Lo Nuestro in downtown and explored the Coconut Grove Arts Festival.
Now, thinking about the old me felt like I was thinking about a stranger.
Not many knew she was 33. She lived the life with the intensity of a healthy 23-year-old. She never thought about death. She enjoyed traveling alone, hiking, skydiving, paragliding and rollercoasters. Her approach to beauty was effortless. She wore lip gloss and flats during the day, high-heels and dark eye shadow at night. She wore her long dark brown hair to work in a bun. She usually dressed in black pants, black dresses, and rarely wore bright colors. She didnt like pink.
She never thought about cancer. After years of being a vegetarian, she started to eat chicken. She loved energy drinks and coffee specially caramel macchiato. She smoked lights or menthols occasionally.
She went from not drinking alcohol for seven years to drinking socially. Then stopped drinking again. And then while holding a rosé, she met a man who felt like magic. She guarded her independence zealously. She wanted a family but she wasnt worried about time. Until one day everything changed.
Whats wrong? I can hear it in your voice. Something is really wrong, he said. She told him she had something important to tell him in person when he got back. We havent been together very long, but if you are pregnant thats good news, he said jokingly.
No, thats not it. Fate would not have it that way.
I miss you. Ive had a crazy week ... I cant wait to kiss you, he said. She didnt say anything. She had decided she was going to break up with him. She had cancer. And even if she survived, her life would never be the same. MY JOURNEY
Part 1: At age 33, Im dealing with breast cancer
Part 2: Cancer treatment complicates dreams of pregnancy
Part 3: Hanging in when chemotherapy gets rough
Part 4: Tough surgery choices: Mastectomy vs. Lumpectomy
Part 5: Silicone implans are not the only way to go in breast reconstruction
Part 6: Rebuilding the breast from body tissue
Part 7: Body fat can be used to build breast
Part 8: Facing my fears after mastectomy
Part 9: Taking control of the fear that comes with breast cancer
Part 10: Doctor knows about being a breast cancer survivor
Part 11: Radiation therapy gives her hope
Part 12: Finding strength from others
Part 13: Facebook, medication help breast cancer patient deal with depression
Part 14: A new outlook on 2012
Part 15: Breast cancer patient faces genetic mystery
Part 16: Using diversion to cope with harsh reality
Part 17: After radiation therapy ends
Part 18: Friends breast cancer journey is not as fortunate
Part 19: Anti-tumor meds come with scary story From the Editor
: Journalist confronts cancer, takes readers along