It 'really amazing how solidarity between women, reach a peak very high when it comes to breast cancer. Not because "they are speeches by women !!!", but because only a woman suffering from breast cancer can understand how you feel another woman in her own terms.
There are some aspects of the disease common to other types of cancer, such as the smell of chemo or loss of hair, but there are others that rage on life already very unhappy woman's ill-feeding.
Speaks of seeing mutilate their wounds deep within the body, which affects an important part of femininity, being a mom, being a wife ...
When a tumor is made for a kidney rather than liver, lung or any internal organs, you've undoubtedly many troubles and problems with organ function itself but, in addition to the scar of the action, not see nothing.
But when you see your breasts (which until then maybe it was your pride, which have fed and grown your children) damaged, malformed or even mutilated, try something that you can not describe, but that every sick woman understands perfectly.
Do you have trouble to dress, especially in summer, look in the mirror and make you look and every morning when you leave the house, which is always running, always comes a time when you put a hand on his chest because you think you've forgotten your dentures! !
Girls, women, in my opinion this is something that makes it unique and a bit 'of our own this evil.
And 'why I would like to share my experience with you all, both in terms of therapy (and all that entails), both morally and psychologically.
I am sick for four years and every other woman I met on my journey enriched with its advice, its reassurances, with its support, with its explanation in the narrative of his personal experience.
He did so much good to talk to them all, I am still good to talk and I would be my turn to help some other woman.
If you share or have shared my own experience, we can talk together and face together, with courage, this common evil.

Courage that expect to participate?

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Laura

I've always said and thought that you're an exceptional woman and I do not think it possible that a mutilation of the breast may be the least scratch your woman. You're great! Hello Franco

First I thank my friends Laura and Franco for the encouragement.
Now I tell my own experience.
In late summer of 2005 I became aware, from evening to morning, to have a bump on her right breast and tried immediately to contact my breast, but in October I was able to do a needle aspiration and to analyze the content of these cysts that was liquid. Response: nothing serious, but I should riperete needle aspiration after six months, but would go, I should remove it because it was very big. In the meantime, continued to fill with fluid and swell, so I was continually Aug aspirated to empty it. Tired of waiting for me in March I did repeat the exam. Meanwhile I was waiting for me to call for another intervention (kidney stones), so I went alone to withdraw the report from the doctor with the intention of reaching an agreement to see what action I should do first. I remember that moment like it was yesterday, and every time I try that same thump to the heart. The doctor kept telling me that I should do before making a treatment and I still continue to discuss not understand what she wanted to say. Since poor kept telling me I had to do therapy, but it was not quite explicit, as I had both a lighting and ... say thump to the heart (heart attack will have been a little !!!!) and tried to ask "Doctor, you mean a chemo therapy?". I believe that if instead of giving me that answer I had thrown a stone on him, I would have done just as well!!
I should have gone to my mother to take my youngest (just 3 ½ years), but I did not understand anything. I started driving with his eyes completely full of tears, I called my mother and told her what had happened and asking teren the child for a few days. I got home (40 minute drive) without understanding how I did. I spent the terrible days, I could only cry and nothing else.
Then I went to return the baby and I are not to weigh the tax and therefore did not see me cry. I resumed my normal life during the day doing all the usual duties, I went to the office, I thought the house, as usual. The night however was always crying.
Since then, fortunately, have already passed several years, meanwhile I immediately within the same four steps: first quadrantectomy with sentinel node removal, then removal of relapse in the area of first intervention, then mastectomy and then back, and since the removal of recurrent breast there was already more, I have removed the pectoral muscle. Before and after each of these interventions have made the traditional chemotherapy and between the first and second surgery, after chemotherapy, has also radiotherapy. Needless to say that no therapy has had an effect, often there were new nodules while doing other therapies.
Until been unaffected lymph nodes before those of the internal mammary chain and then the other always in the breast area (lung, vena cava, right clavicle, etc..) And I participated in a study at the IEO in Milan using the Sutent. I have had excellent results even at low doses (25 mg), but after a year no longer worked and now I'm back to doing the traditional combined with a chemotherapy drug to be taken every day (Endoxan).
For days I should repeat the PET and see how it goes on. Yes, because after the failure of therapy with Sutent I have made it clear that there is no hope for a cure, but only to become chronic disease, so I'm therapies for life.
I summarized as I could, but I still have much to tell, especially the doubt (also endorsed by some doctors) that all those August aspiarati been complicit, if not triggering factor for the onset of the disease.
Throughout this story I have to thank more than any other, two people:
1) my daughter, if there had been she would have continued to cry on me and I could hardly react and deal with it;
2) My employer in those early days when neither I nor my family to think and see what we could do, he immediately made me talk to her friend sick and cured, which put me immediately with what is now my oncologist and explained everything that would happen to me from that moment onwards, weak, changing the taste of food, hair that would fall, perhaps even the nails would fall or would have deformed, by the fact that I would be locked pharmacologically the menstrual cycle and also that Sosa was to be chemotherapy: I did not know that it was taking drugs intravenously!!
These were the two, even three people who have given me the right inputs to address everything I expected, but above all to my daughter that I owe my life.

Monia, you're a wonderful woman .... I think you've found in you the force that pushes you to go beyond the disease, which manifests itself when in difficulties, we continue to build, find and make sense of things there captain. I'm always happier to meet you, really .... and then I've moved! A hug and you are all nearby. isa

Breast cancer: experiences, therapies and female solidarity