Anywhere I go, people who know me as well as family make a point of asking how I am doing. I am doing well. That is part of the problem.
When I was first diagnosed early this year I was as concerned as anyone would be. I talked to friends and family and soon my whole circle knew of the cancer.
I was so fortunate. I had a small lump in my right breast. A lumpectomy to remove the lump and some healthy tissue as well as 2 lymph nodes was done in April. In June I had a procedure called Brachytherapy. Basically a balloon was put in the cavity and twice a day for 5 days a radioactive seed was inserted into the balloon for a prescribed period of time.
I suffered little except for some tiredness toward the end and a couple of patches of "radiation dermatitis. I was able to avoid chemo, now I just have to take Arimidex for 5 years and have lots of follow ups.
I tend to feel embarrassed by the attention from friends and family when it was resolved so quickly and easily. I have lost several members of my immediate and extended family to cancer in the last 7 or 8 years. I guess I have a little bit of survivors guilt. Why am I alive and they are dead?
I hope there are others here who can relate.
Thank you.






