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The Friendships that CBCN Helps to Create<br />
By Carol Ann Cole<br />
The song says, “How do you thank<br />
someone who has taken you from<br />
crayons to perfume? It isn’t easy<br />
but I’ll try.” In my case the words<br />
could be, “How do you thank someone<br />
who has taken you from solitude to<br />
sisterhood? It isn’t easy but I’ll try.”<br />
My initial exposure to other breast<br />
cancer survivors came when I<br />
joined CBCN over a decade ago.<br />
<strong>Breast</strong> cancer is such a frightening<br />
diagnosis and having others to<br />
speak with who know, in detail,<br />
what you are going through, how<br />
your body may be reacting to<br />
surgery and drugs and where you<br />
may be in your emotional journey is<br />
valuable beyond measure.<br />
The picture on the cover of my<br />
new book speaks volumes. Every<br />
breast cancer survivor can relate to<br />
how I was feeling in October 2007<br />
when this picture was taken. I was<br />
speaking at an event in Thunder<br />
Bay and had just announced that<br />
I was very close to celebrating my<br />
16 years of being cancer free. As<br />
the audience stood to show their<br />
support I raised my arm in the air –<br />
victory! It was not to be.<br />
As October turned to the New Year I<br />
found myself in the turmoil of an ugly<br />
recurrence of breast cancer and much<br />
of 2008 was spent facing surgery and<br />
recovering one more time. I battled<br />
depression for the first time – a new<br />
experience. Many survivors came<br />
to my aid and offered everything<br />
they had to help me get through my<br />
journey. They understood. Often what<br />
I needed was the quality of quiet. They<br />
understood. I needed information.<br />
They understood. Many of these<br />
women were strangers to me until I<br />
met them through CBCN.<br />
CBCN has come a long way since those<br />
very early days. Women reach out<br />
to the <strong>Network</strong> and more important<br />
women from all over the country know<br />
CBCN is there to listen and to help.<br />
Because every breast cancer<br />
survivor can relate to how I felt post<br />
mastectomy when I went for my first<br />
prosthetic fitting I thought I would<br />
share one Chapter from If I Knew Then<br />
What I Know Now with you. I welcome<br />
your feedback www.carolanncole.com<br />
The Fitting<br />
Three weeks post-surgery I decided it<br />
was time for the fitting – the dreaded<br />
fitting that would make the entire<br />
experience even more real. For sixteen<br />
years I had escaped this but now could<br />
put it off no longer.<br />
The Toronto sky was clear except for<br />
a bit of fog as I opened my eyes and<br />
enjoyed my east-facing view. Maybe if<br />
we didn’t have so much fog I could see<br />
east all the way to home. The weather<br />
report said it would be 20 degrees<br />
later, a good day to be outside. I made<br />
the call and the appointment for that<br />
same day.<br />
I did what I do so well when there<br />
is something on my to-do list that<br />
I am dreading. I dance around it. I<br />
went to the post office. I checked out<br />
a printing place where I could have<br />
a book proposal copied closer to my<br />
new home. I picked up a few groceries<br />
(marshmallows for Jalen because he<br />
remained hopeful that we could light<br />
a fire and roast marshmallows on my<br />
little balcony on the twenty-first floor).<br />
I shopped for a new top to wear when<br />
I went home to Nova Scotia in a couple<br />
of weeks (maybe) and then I sat and<br />
replied to every single e-mail in my<br />
in-basket. I did all of this knowing<br />
there would be one thing left on my<br />
list – the fitting. It wouldn’t go away.<br />
Eventually I would take the subway<br />
to reach my destination but first I<br />
needed to walk and bask in the warm<br />
weather. And walk. And walk. My<br />
plan was to visit a few shops north of<br />
where I live. I poked in a few, bought<br />
a birthday gift for my friend Clare<br />
and a few things for my gift stash in<br />
another, but as I exited the quaint<br />
little shop I realized I hadn’t really<br />
seen half of what I had looked at. My<br />
mind was all over the map yet again. I<br />
had no further interest in shopping. I<br />
wanted only to get this over with. Not<br />
the most positive attitude, I realize,<br />
but I am being honest.<br />
I tried very hard and finally was able<br />
to totally focus on my mission – with<br />
one exception. I saw walking towards<br />
me a man I had once gone out with. I<br />
can’t ever really say we dated because<br />
our few times together were sporadic<br />
and strange to say the least. I will call<br />
him Bob. He was dressed in his casual<br />
business attire with his trademark long<br />
blond hair (I love the look of long hair<br />
on a man) and cigarette dangling (not<br />
such a good look on anyone). He wore<br />
a crisp white dress shirt with the top<br />
few buttons undone. I’m not sure I had<br />
ever seen him in anything else. His<br />
chosen uniform looked good on him<br />
as always. I made an instant decision<br />
that I did not feel well enough to stop<br />
and do that dance that says, “My God,<br />
how are you? It’s been so long. You<br />
haven’t changed a bit. We must catch<br />
up. I will call you.” Seems he made the<br />
same decision because we passed each<br />
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