No ones life stops because you get breast cancer. While friends have gone traveling, found new boyfriends, gotten married and had babies, my social life has come to a halt.
For a while, the only woman I could truly identify with was Stephanie Green, a pretty brunette who was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 32 and died after a recurrence 15 months ago. I never met her, but the Dishalicious blog she left behind really spoke to me.
We both loved journalism, fashion and parties. We shared a genetic mutation that cornered us into chopping off our 34-Cs. And a remark she made about the thought of dating after treatment resonated with me: We eviscerate boys our age because most of them are weak. (Can you imagine a man having his [genitals] chopped off and remaining strong and manly? I dont f---ing think so.)"
Two long-term cancer survivors have encouraged me not to give up on my social life.
Lynne Farber was a professor I especially admired at Florida International University. As a former public relations executive, she had a strong presence. And it was obvious that she had had a boob job.
When I get to her age, I am getting them done for sure, I remember telling a classmate.
I recently found out the plastic surgery was not done out of vanity. Shed had breast cancer, and she, too, had been diagnosed young.
The cancer had spread to the lymph nodes. I thought I was going to die, Farber told me. I remember my wig got caught on a tree branch once. We laughed.
Your social life will come back, she assured me. And those who matter will be there.
Alexandra Villoch was another surprise. I met The Miami Heralds senior vice president of marketing and advertising a few years ago at a charity function. After my diagnosis, I was surprised to learn that this tall woman with a strong handshake was a breast cancer survivor. She recently invited me to lunch.
The first year after treatment was very difficult. There are people who claim they met me then, but I couldnt remember them. It was like a fog, Villoch said. Be patient; you will come out of this.
Ive also bonded with two fellow members of the young cancer patients club. The National Cancer Institute reports that about 70,000 Americans ages 15 to 39 get diagnosed each year.
Young adults have different psychosocial and quality of life issues, according to the Society for Adolescent and Young Adult Oncology, an international professional organization.
This weekend, for example, I didnt set my alarm and slept for 24 hours straight, so I missed going out with a friend as I had promised. On Sunday, I watched The Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festivals live stream online and cried. I had been planning to go this year.
For the past eight months, Michael Maryanoff, 25, who is being treated for Non-Hodgkins lymphoma, has been the recipient of most of my complaints. He recently texted me about his overprotective mom. My reply: Well, if it makes you feel any better, my mom took my microwave in the misguided belief that it could endanger me. (According to the American Cancer Society, the appliances low-frequency radiation does not damage DNA or increase cancer risk.)
Last week I met Christine Anderson at a co-workers party. The 26-year-old was diagnosed with a blood cancer called multiple myeloma in 2010, and is now in remission. We immediately bonded.