Jan 03 2015

Three Reasons to Wear a Red Scarf

It was the day of the Jingle Bells parade and pretty cold out there. I was going to participate with the Normal Town Council. Santa hats were going to be our designated mode of dress that morning. However, I’m not inclined to wear hats as they smash my hair and that’s it for me for the day!

I made a quick survey of my scarf drawer and found a new, very long red scarf. I’m pretty sure I bought it to give as a gift sometime. Always like to have something for a last minute gift. Anyway, that day it was my alternative to the red Santa hat and I wore it around my neck to be color-coordinated with the others.

Since then I’ve loved wearing it.

  1. I can actually find my coat when I go to some event and hang it with the hundreds of other black coats.
  2. It is bright and I think it will help drivers see me walking across the street.
  3. It’s festive and people often comment on it with a smile.

Go get something bright and see what fun you can create.

Jan 03 2015

The Kitchen Table

The kitchen table is my place. It is close to what I need when I get up in the morning and when I come home at the end of the day. From my spot I can reach the land-line phone, have room for the newspaper, and a bowl/plate of food. I can reach the sink and the microwave with little effort. The TV and radio are both at my beckon call via the remotes for each.

It is where the mail is sorted, and the interesting stuff is actually opened. Some goes quickly to the recycle basket, also by my spot at the kitchen table. It is where the bills are paid (although most are done by the bank these days) and where thank you notes or sympathy cards are written. That is about all the paper correspondence I really do today.

The family room no longer gets used. The few times I have tried to be there I found it didn’t meet my needs. If I sit in the recliner, I immediately fall asleep. It is too passive, and not suited for multi-tasking.

I recently had dinner guests, two couples who are long-time friends. I had expected to serve hors d’oeuvres in the living room. But they all came to the kitchen where the tray of food was ready to go. I asked if they wanted to just sit at the kitchen table and they did. It was easier to reach the cheese and there was a place to put our glasses. It was easier for me to finish the meal without missing the conversation. The guests all helped move the serving dishes to the dining room where the table was all set. After a long, relaxed meal, they cleared the dining table and brought everything back to the kitchen.

I like it when guests seem to enjoy sitting around the kitchen table…my place.

Where is your place?

Jan 03 2015

Having breast cancer THREE times is enough!

By Sonja Reece

It was 1985 and I was working at what was then BroMenn Healthcare when I found that thing that all women fear: a lump in my breast. Working in health care, I knew the importance of quick action. I called my internist to get a mammogram order, and radiology agreed to work me in. I stood by the radiologist while he read the image. “What advice would you have if I were your sister?” I asked. He replied, “I’d say get it checked now!”

The biopsy came back positive for cancer. It was Christmas week. I worked with my surgeon to get a mastectomy scheduled for Monday. On Friday afternoon before the procedure I decided to talk with a surgical floor nurse about what to expect. She mentioned immediate reconstruction, which I hadn’t considered. I called the plastic surgeon to learn more. He had me come right over to his office to evaluate if I was a good candidate for the procedure.

After determining I was realistic in my expectations, he invited me and my husband to meet him at his office on Sunday afternoon (yes, Sunday) to discuss the reconstruction. He knows these procedures go better if the spouse understands what to expect.

I had the surgery and reconstruction the next day. While there, the surgeon biopsied the other side. The following day he brought “good news and bad news.” Good news: No cancer in 31 lymph nodes. Bad news: breast cancer was starting in other breast.

I told him I “wasn’t doing anything the rest of the week” so let’s go do the second mastectomy. He agreed. I jokingly told the plastic surgeon, “With my luck, you won’t have another prosthesis that is the same size!” They are sized by the cc of fluid they contain. He assured me that no one would notice the difference if one side was 25 cc smaller than the other. He was right.

The second mastectomy with reconstruction was done, and I spent New Year’s in the hospital. Our son came in to watch a movie with us and brought popcorn. Two days later the surgeon un-wrapped my ace-bandaged chest and discovered a piece of popcorn had fallen in my “new” cleavage. We laughed as he declared that was a first!

Since both breasts were gone and my lymph nodes were all clean, the oncologists didn’t see the need for any post-op treatment. Even with all those lymph nodes removed, I didn’t get edema in my arms – a common side effect. That was the end of the story…for twenty-three years.

The story resumes in 2008. I was facing new issues: Cholesterol too high. Hair getting thin. Brown spots in various places. One of those spots saved my life. I pulled back my prosthetic breast to examine a brown spot and felt a nodule: small, the size of a grain of corn. Could my prosthesis be leaking?? A call to my internist sent me back to radiology, this time for an MRI. The results indicated I had another breast cancer tumor growing between my skin and prosthesis.

How could that be? I didn’t have any breasts. I was told it is impossible to remove all the breast tissue, and breast cancer can grow anytime it finds a few cells. Yikes!

A quick lumpectomy was done but the edges were not clean of cancer tissue, so back to surgery I went to remove the prosthesis.

What was new this time: A PET scan, which looks for rapidly growing cells “from your eyes to your thighs.” My results were clean.

What’s also new: Today they can test the tumor for the number of abnormal genes as an indicator of the likelihood the cancer will come back. Not surprising…I had a high likelihood, so I needed to be aggressive with treatment.

Also new this time: my oncologist referred me to a research center to get another opinion. Both agreed on the type of chemo and radiation that would be most effective. I was able to get both right here at the Community Cancer Center. Amazingly, I didn’t lose my hair during the chemo. Then I had 33 radiation treatments. The radiation team and I got so efficient, I could pull in the parking lot, get my radiation, and be back in my car in 19 minutes!

It’s been about 30 years since this saga began. I’m still working at what is now Advocate BroMenn Medical Center. I finished five years of medications. Without good insurance, the meds alone would have cost $411/month.

I feel so blessed to be fine today. Even so, I will keep watching. My message is, if you find something, don’t ignore it. When you treat it, don’t assume it won’t come back. This story is true for men, too. Breast cancer is a relentless disease. You must be relentless, too.


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