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Scarred, Single<br />
and Sexy<br />
By Lynda McHenry<br />
It has been almost five years since<br />
my bilateral mastectomy. I was<br />
diagnosed with DCIS (Ductal<br />
carcinoma in situ) right before my<br />
39th birthday. My older sister,<br />
Maureen, was diagnosed at age 41<br />
with an aggressive, invasive breast<br />
cancer. If it wasn’t for her, I would<br />
never have known to look for it.<br />
I would be well on my way to an<br />
early grave. My Aunt Pauline had<br />
passed away at age 47 of bilateral<br />
ovarian cancer, leaving her adopted<br />
daughters when they were just 10 and<br />
13. My dad, Fred, was diagnosed with<br />
prostate cancer at age 64. My illness<br />
suddenly confirmed a family history.<br />
My best option, according to my<br />
dad’s research, was to remove all<br />
breast tissue to reduce the risk<br />
of a recurrence. Thankfully, as<br />
my pathology report showed a<br />
precancerous condition in the other<br />
breast, I had a surgeon who supported<br />
my decision. I originally was hoping<br />
for a TRAM flap procedure (a<br />
tummy tuck and<br />
reconstruction all<br />
in one operation).<br />
However, I was not a<br />
“good” candidate for<br />
that type of surgery.<br />
I apparently wasn’t<br />
“fat” enough and the<br />
end result could leave<br />
me with stomach<br />
bulging issues. I was<br />
thinking, I have that<br />
problem now, but<br />
at least I can do sit<br />
ups if I want to fix it!<br />
The Latissimus Dorsi<br />
flap reconstruction<br />
was also not a good Lynda in a dress!<br />
option as I need those<br />
muscles for my job. I’m a lifeguard. I<br />
need to be able to swim WELL. So that<br />
left implants (Baywatch here I come!).<br />
I was told that even with<br />
the largest implants that<br />
they made, the surgeon<br />
would have trouble<br />
making them look right<br />
due to the broad span of<br />
my chest wall. I wasn’t<br />
keen on going that route<br />
anyway.<br />
My final conclusion was<br />
to “leave well enough<br />
alone.” I was symmetrical<br />
and avoiding another<br />
surgery sounded good<br />
to me. It would give me<br />
incentive to go to the<br />
gym to make my stomach<br />
as flat as my chest and it would be a<br />
constant reminder of just how precious<br />
every day is. My youngest daughter<br />
was going through puberty, I was<br />
going through liberty. I am sure I’m<br />
saving a bundle on bras. Most woman<br />
I know who have had reconstruction<br />
surgery are married. I went through<br />
my illness and operations as a single<br />
parent with three daughters. Without<br />
a spouse, I didn’t have to include<br />
anyone else in the decision-making<br />
process. You could probably flip a coin<br />
as to which was easier. Fortunately, I<br />
had very supportive family members<br />
and friends. It was a blessing to have<br />
my e-mailing buddies. Sort of like<br />
journalling with<br />
feedback.<br />
This leads me<br />
to where I am<br />
today. I’m a<br />
single 41-yearold<br />
breastless<br />
wonder. I have<br />
never been<br />
dainty and<br />
feminine. I am<br />
not comfortable<br />
in dressy clothes.<br />
I wear a tank<br />
top and shorts at<br />
work and I love<br />
it! Most people<br />
I encounter<br />
at work are aware of my surgery.<br />
Wearing prostheses seemed like a<br />
“false front” since they would know<br />
Lynda at Peter Hemingway Fitness<br />
and Leisure Centre in Edmonton,<br />
Alberta<br />
“they” weren’t real.<br />
It doesn’t bother<br />
me to be flatchested<br />
in public.<br />
Occasionally<br />
someone will<br />
complain of their<br />
“AA’s” and I say<br />
“at least you have<br />
nipples! Some of<br />
them still think my<br />
scar tissue gives<br />
me more cleavage<br />
than they have! Go<br />
figure!<br />
My friend, Sue,<br />
who is also 40ish,<br />
single and breastless said, “So what<br />
do you say to someone who could<br />
be potentially in a relationship with<br />
you? ‘Hey, I’d like to be upfront<br />
about something’ or ‘I’d like to get<br />
something off my chest’ then pull out<br />
the prostheses and slap them down on<br />
the table.” We both know that half the<br />
men out there will not be interested<br />
once they find out we don’t have any.<br />
It is a good thing that we both know<br />
that they are not the ones we would<br />
want to be with anyway. It does make<br />
things a little more awkward, though.<br />
Losing a physical part of my femininity<br />
was strange. What else could make<br />
me feel like a woman? Having my<br />
ovaries removed and sending me<br />
through surgical menopause? Hot<br />
flashes. Yes, hot flashes make you<br />
feel like a woman. You bond with<br />
other women who know what those<br />
little power surges feel like. How odd<br />
that the absence of more womanly<br />
components could create new, very<br />
female experiences.<br />
Yet, does it really matter? What is<br />
more important is what makes me feel<br />
like I’m alive. Quality of life counts.<br />
My life expectancy may have been<br />
only 47. My sister passed away last<br />
year, a week before her 47 th birthday.<br />
She missed her son’s graduation from<br />
high school by a month. When I turn<br />
48, it will be a very large milestone<br />
and cause for celebration. I have done<br />
everything I can possibly do to reduce<br />
26 <strong>Network</strong> <strong>News</strong> <strong>Winter</strong>/<strong>Spring</strong> <strong>2010</strong>