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St. Louis
Post-Dispatch Editorial
Commentary
: A survivor's tale
By Joan Lipkin
Sunday, October 15, 2000
I remember
when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. I was 42, and I
was terrified. With my overactive playwright's imagination, I
was already writing the obituary in my mind. At the time, I knew
very few women who had had breast cancer, certainly not my age,
and I imagined the worst. Four years later, I am still here. Like
the 1985 Toyota I insist on driving, I am slightly dented and
a little slower, but still on the road.
I am here
because I had a mammogram, which detected something I couldn't
find in my diligent monthly self exams.
I am here
because I had information that allowed me to make decisions that
undoubtedly saved my life.
But according
to the American Cancer Society, many women don't get regular mammograms,
although our local newscasters, reporters and even retailers urge
us to do so. For a long time, for many women, the economics were
a deterrent. Their insurance might not cover a mammogram. And
if they didn't have insurance, the fee could feel out of reach.
This is no
longer the case. Years of lobbying and growing public awareness
has thankfully made a mammogram available for anyone who needs
it. And during October, National Breast Cancer Awareness Month,
traveling mammography vans will visit many communities to provide
mammograms -- free for anyone who qualifies. For information about
the traveling vans or other screening sites call the American
Cancer Society at 314-286-8100 or 800-489-9370.
Still, many
women are reluctant to have a mammogram. With legitimate issues
of economics and access out of the way, one can only ask why.
I think the reason is fear.
Fear of the
procedure itself and more significantly, fear of the results.
Some women are so terrified of what could happen, that, like a
deer caught in the headlights, they freeze. And are unable to
take action at all.
The mammogram
itself is more awkward than painful. The kind of awkwardness that
comes from disrobing in front of a stranger -- like when you go
swimming at the Y. But the medical personnel who do mammograms
perform thousands of procedures a year and are generally very
sensitive to what it feels like to be on the receiving end of
this experience.
More often
than not, a routine mammogram turns out to be routine. But even
if it is not, a variety of treatments are available and more are
being approved all the time. Long gone are the days when a radical
mastectomy was the only option. And should a women go that route,
breast reconstruction is usually available if she wants it.
Important
new technologies are developing at a dazzling rate. Just a year
after I had a lumpectomy with axillary dissection, a major operation
to remove a number of lymph nodes under my left arm to see if
the cancer had spread, a new, simpler procedure was approved.
Called Sentinel lymph node biopsy, it injects dye into the lymph
nodes to detect the possible spread of cancer.
No mess. Not
too much fuss. And more important, no long-term effects. This
is a vast improvement over the operation on my lymph nodes, which
caused nerve damage and periodic swelling of my arm and breast.
Although I missed the boat with that break-through, I was thrilled
to learn that life is now a little easier for other women with
breast cancer. And the development of this new procedure indicates
many more significant advances that are yet to come.
Lest I sound
too Pollyannish, I admit to having some very dark nights and days.
It was quite a while before I could talk about breast cancer without
being overwhelmed by feelings. I still have difficult moments.
There is no cure for breast cancer. Only treatment and a hoped-for
diagnosis of remission.
But breast
cancer also helped me to have clarity about what I find important
and how I want to spend my time. I have realized that fear can
be quite instructive. And I'd like to be able to look around the
circle and marvel at the numbers of us who are surviving and even
thriving. Because we faced down our fears and had a mammogram.
Please. Use
your fear. If you are 35 years of age or older and are afraid
of having breast cancer, schedule a mammogram today. I had one.
It saved my life.
COMMENTARY\Joan
Lipkin, St. Louis, is artistic director of That Uppity Theatre
Co.
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