Hi! It’s me, Sheree.
From those who don’t already know… I HAVE CANCER.
I’ve started this thread because, well I’ve been getting so much support from those Viki friends who are survivors and/or knew a loved one who had cancer, and from those who generally just care about my existence.
I had never planned to tell everyone like this. If you follow me on FB, you already know because that is the ONLY place I announced my diagnosis. But last night, I tossed and turned for over 2 hours thinking to myself… just thinking… “There might be someone else in Viki who is like me and is quiet and doesn’t want people to know, who is scared, and feeling overwhelmed.” I felt that maybe having this out there, even if they don’t say anything, they can at least read about everyone else’s struggles and know that they aren’t alone.
I’ll start with me.
Last year, around Sept/Oct 2023, I had my yearly exam to have my “girls” squished. The radiologist said there was something suspicious, but it could be nothing, and scheduled me for a follow-up in March for another exam. March 2024 came. The radiologist was again concerned and stated that I needed to have a biopsy done. The next day, they stuck a very thick needle into the side of my right “girl”. I was numbed up well and didn’t feel anything but pressure. A week later, it was now April, I was diagnosed with Triple Negative Breast Cancer. Stage 1B; .9cm. I won’t even lie. I cried. I cried every… freaking… day. Breast Cancer. It’s not all pink ribbons. How do I tell my husband? My kids? My daughter was about to graduate high school. I cried some more. I called my mom. She was in shock. Breast Cancer. WTF? A week later, I announced it on FB to the rest of my family and friends.
I whirlwind of things happened. X-rays, CT scans, oncology appts, breast surgery appts… My mind was everywhere. Trying to keep my wits about me, trying to be a good soldier, the epitome of stubbornness. Then the MRI said, “Wait, hold my beer.” What was supposed to have been a .9cm demon in my “girl” was now almost 2cm. It was pissed off and growing fast. I was now Stage 2b.
Around this time, I was supposed to go to Chicago to visit some Viki friends and we were supposed to go and see Enhypen together. I held off canceling, hoping that I could squeeze this trip in. However, it wasn’t in the cards; canceled my hotel and plane ticket and threw my Enhypen ticket back into Ticketmaster (on a good note, my ticket sold just a few hours after putting it back in). A week later, same-day surgery to put a medi-port into my chest. The next day, my first round of chemo.
I’ve had my ups and downs with chemo. I found out I’m allergic to one chemo med called Taxol and injected Benadryl. You want to know what a heart attack feels like… Benadryl tried to ■■■■ me. I’m now afraid to even take the pill form which had never bothered me before.
We all know the common symptoms: nausea and hair loss. My oncologist is on top of my nausea and I’m fed anti-nausea medicine during chemo treatment and after. I’ve not actually felt sick to my stomach since my first chemo treatment. Hair loss: yep, I’m bald. I used to have long hair down to the middle of my back. No more. I look like a fat Sinead O’Connor. Nobody told me that chemo makes you fat either. Gained 20 lbs. ■■■■ it!!! Well, I guess it’s a given since you eat and sleep all the ■■■■ time because you are so tired.
September 27th is my last chemo treatment… for now. Next stop, removing both “girls”. I only have the demon living in my right “girl” but my surgeon agreed that it would be best to ease my anxiety and worry to have them both removed rather than removing the one and then me wondering if the other “girl” would get possessed too. So, sometime in November (I have to wait 4-6 weeks after my last chemo for my blood numbers to right themselves and my body to heal), they will be no more… but… BUT!.. I have a wonderful, sweet plastic surgeon who will give me some new ones!
I know this is long, but I hope that my cause will help someone else. I’m lucky to have a wonderful family who are supporting me behind the scenes. I’m thankful to all the Viki family who have sent me all those absolutely wonderful support messages. Y’all don’t know how much I appreciate them. Those days when I wander and lose a bit of hope, there is always that one beam of light that leads me out of the darkness of despair. Those little surprises I get in my mail from around the world, makes this little Texas girl feel super special.
I want all of us to feel that feeling of being loved and wanting to belong.
I’m not here for sympathy. I don’t need it. I just want to be that guiding force for someone who needs me. I want all of US to be there for that person. If there is someone who has a story, and you are willing to share it, please do.
There might be someone right now in the darkness of despair waiting for us to shine our light.