Thanksgiving #1

This way we can count how many Thanksgivings I have post diagnosis. A little too morbid for this rainy Thanksgiving eve? Not really. Each one I have is further proof of all that there is to be grateful for. I guess that goes for all of us.

Things I am grateful for in no particular order: husband, daughter, son, mommy, sisters, dogs, you, chickens, old timey music and its progeny, turkey, nieces, nephews, sweet potatoes, summer tomatoes, fall apples, apple, cherry and maple trees, horse manure, fireplaces, fleece, reggae, wine, chemotherapy, oncologists, Charles Dickens, nuts, good fiction, the Sunday Times, my legs when they take me on long walks in the woods, pasta, space heaters, washing machines, photocopy machines, Skype, computers, WBUR, my hair, my teeth, money, airplanes, mountain views, the first amendment, sleep, mocha chip ice cream, clean water, people who make me laugh.

That's all that occurs to me at the moment. Please let me know your things.

Wishing you a delicious, cozy Thanksgiving with people you love.

Poll Results and Health Update

Well. my friends, I am sure that you have been in terrible suspense all week wondering how I will shape my future drinking habits in light of our poll and recent studies. The results are interesting:

• 8 of you voted
• 1 person voted for 0 alcohol consumption
• the others were split on how many drink per week I should have, and
• 3 support the use of illegal substances while 5 do not

So here is the analysis. 

• the article was viewed 62 times. 
• 13% of the viewers thought it worth voting. 
• 87% could give a shit about how much I drink
• 1 person is really concerned about my well-being (or interpreted another way, one person wants to see me miserable)
• a healthy majority (62%) is opposed to illegal substances

So, there you have it. I continue to have insufficient justification for altering my habits. YAYYYY!!!!!! Man, I'm ready for a drunken celebration.

Ok. Enough of that silliness. In real life, things are okay. I've been dealing with what they call "lymphatic cording" which is caused by having no lymph nodes under my right arm and results in an uncomfortable and revolting feeling of tightness and palpable "cords" under my skin that hurt and reduce my range of motion. I've been going to physical therapy twice a week to deal with this issue which is time consuming and somewhat agonizing. My physical therapists joke when they see me, "time to play the guitar!" I feel nauseous just thinking about it.  I am seeing my surgeon next week to make sure that it isn't the next sign of my premature demise.  

In addition to this development, I am back to work to an increasingly stressful degree. Perhaps I should do another poll on the topic of my career. I think that there is real possibility that work causes cancer. Since the alcohol poll I've been thinking a lot about all the other things that cause cancer:

• smoking
• plastic containers
• water bottles
• celery
• the stuff that makes paper towels white
• birth control pills
• pesticides
• pollution
• radon
• chemotherapy
• radiation
• toilet bowl cleaners
• Tide
• Crest
• flea collars
• carpets

and on and on.

Adult with Breast Cancer Risk Behavior Survey

I am very sad that drinking alcohol causes cancer. I really like drinking alcohol. Even when I hate the taste, I always love the warm feeling of comfort and well being that it brings. The latest study shows that even as few as four drink a week may increase your risk of getting breast cancer. And I'm not talking vodka martinis, my friends. I'm talking vodka martinis AND that wimpy glass of chardonnay that we middle-aged suburban ladies are so fond of, AND everything in between.

I do not believe that I am alcoholic for a number of reasons:

• I never have a drink before 5:00 PM...yea, yea, yea, I've heard the joke...east coast time 
• I never drink alone
• I mostly confine my drinking to Friday and Saturday nights with a group of friends
• I usually do not drink more that 2 or 3 glasses of wine in an evening
• I do not see my aggressive efforts to get that group of friends together religiously every freakin' Friday and Saturday nights as cause for concern

So I spend a lot of time considering the impact of this bad news on my risk of recurrence, or more candidly, on my risk of dying within the next couple of years. I think that I have been aware of studies that indicated that there is an association between breast cancer and alcohol consumption for at least the last ten years. I never did much in response to this knowledge except feel guilty every time I had a drink. In fact, it was my guilt about drinking over the holidays that inspired me to do a punishing breast self exam on January 2, 2011 that got this blog started. 

So it's no surprise that I am certain I got breast cancer from alcohol consumption. You would think that this theory would put the kibosh on drinking, and through chemotherapy it did, mostly because I couldn't stand the taste of it then. Sadly, once I finished chemotherapy, my taste for alcohol returned. 

So I thought it might help to analyze here, in this public place, my risk of recurrence in connection with my alcohol consumption. A fairly pessimistic estimate, I think, of my risk of recurrence is about 20%  (my doctor tells me it is more like 8%, but I think he's just trying to cheer me up.) According to the latest study, drinking an average of 10.0 to 19.9 g of alcohol per day (6 to 12 drinks a week) results in a 22% increased risk of developing breast cancer. Although my average consumption is lower than that, I will continue with the worst case scenario approach. So adding the additional risk of .044 brings my personal risk of recurrence up to about 24%. So what do you think? Check out the new poll on the right. A couple of additional considerations to keep in mind as you place your votes:

• there is no evidence yet that discontinuing alcohol consumption lowers risk
• if I can't drink, life isn't worth living
• the anxiety that I feel with each drink might increase my risk of recurrence
• I am NOT an alcoholic