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.
We talked about fertility and quality-of-life issues. We also had the before and after conversation. I showed Anderson pictures taken days before I started chemo. I wanted her to see that I wasnt always the kind of woman who wore high-collar shirts and slept away the weekend.
When she asked to see pictures of me during chemo, I reluctantly pulled out the only one I took of myself without a wig. I cringed, but she said, You looked so pretty.
She told me about StupidCancer.org
, a site by the Im Too Young For This! Foundation
, which offers advocacy tools and coping literature.
We discovered her birthday is two days after mine, and promised we would celebrate together in June. We talked about going to Ireland or New York. Or at least to Key West. I cant imagine a more simpatico travel companion. MY STORY
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
Part 20: Reentry into the world after breast cancer treatment
Part 21: Too much fear, too little trust
Part 22: Chemo brain complicates return to work
Part 23: The Cancerous tumor is gone, not the fear
Part 24: Drawing strength from a singers defiant spirit
Part 25: A breast cancer message at Ultra Music Festival
Part 26: High hope for new drug
Part 27: Religion is an unavoidable topic From the Editor
: Journalist confronts cancer, takes readers along