judithen said:
Supposedly even though I was Stage 2, Grade 3, Triple Negative, Skin Involved, the cancer had been growing for 4 to 5 YEARS. I kept asking about this because I found it unbelievable (and cause for more guilt as in "why didn't I find it sooner?"). So my doctors would give me lessons on cell division and how long it takes to go from one cell to 4.5 cm. I still find it unbelievable...but acceptable. However I reject the guilt. I can only say that mammograms are the only way to go and breast exams by self or doctor just aren't enough.
Aah, the guilt. I'm glad you're not holding onto it. I understand what you mean about the long time growing. I nearly

when I first read in the Susan Love book

which explained that when you find a tumor, it's been growing for a very long time. In the book it said 6-8 years, which of course put me smack in the middle of my infertility treatment, for which I'd taken hormone shots (resulting in the birth of my twins, and two other beautiful children to an adoptive couple [the second born just recently for those of you who are following the story]), so I did wonder if that could have been the cause. My doctors poo-poo'd that because my tumor was not hormone sensitive, but still, I wondered. (My doctor is famous for saying "stranger things have happened" but she didn't say it then.) I did have regular mamms, though, and had had one 11 months earlier which showed nothing unusual at all, lots of specialists went over it with a fine tooth comb. So I've tried to let it all go, too. It is what it is. And I wouldn't change anything if I could anyway.
lookingforward said:
Now, if I can stop crying every day at radiation I will be happy. Its gotten me in such a bad place...and I just don't know why!!
My guess would be a combination of reasons. First, the cumulative effect of treatment. I totally remember feeling that way, too. I think there was the expectation (mostly on my part) that as soon as radiation finished, I'd be able to go right back to life as it was, my old work schedule, etc. But I felt like I'd gotten run over by a bus, just completely wiped out. It was a couple of months after radiation that I actually started to feel better again. It's also kind of scary to come to the end of treatment. Apparently is is extremely common to be a little depressed after treatment ends. It's kind of like fight or flight - during treatment, you're adrenaline's up and you just keep going because you have to. But at some point, you have to slow down. So if you recognize it as going through a grieving process, it's a little easier, I think. I had such a strong emotional reaction to all of it, that I didn't have the classic signs at the end - more so throughout.
My cousin, who went through treatment at the same time I did, had her reaction a year later. That had been frustrating to me because during treatment I was an emotional mess, and she was acting like nothing was wrong. I was infuriated when she announced to me that her doctor told her she was going to live to be a grandmother

as in, how come nobody's giving me those types of assurances and why isn't my mind in a place where I could believe something like that anyway? (Would never happen.) But later my heart went out to her whe she was having a rough time emotionally and I was well on my way to recovery. It's so individual. My advice would be to take the time to work it through. Let yourself feel it. It's difficult because nobody wants to feel that way. Find someone to talk to who can guide you in your feelings, ideally a professional. My aformentioned nurse and social worker were like godsends to me; I could let out my deepest fears with them when I couldn't with those closest to me - who just couldn't help me even though they tried. PM me any time if I can help at all.
This seems like a good place for the Under Toad article:
http://annals.highwire.org/cgi/reprint/133/6/479.pdf
Have a good day, everyone.
