‘I decided to share my story because people need to know that you have to be your strongest advocate when it comes to your health. The deep dread you feel when you get diagnosed with cancer is indescribable.
I used to think if I ever got it I would go the alternative route because I was convinced chemo and radiation would kill you faster, until I saw a terminal friend (whom some doctors had given up on) start treatment and go on to live a full life for another six years. I said then that if I ever got cancer, I would go to her doctor and do whatever he told me.
The irony
I found a lump under my arm in mid-September 2020 and within two weeks I was diagnosed with stage three B, HER2 positive/hormone-negative breast cancer that had already spread to my lymph nodes.
This type of cancer is invasive and aggressive but treatable with both chemo and drugs that target the HER2 protein. One of these drugs is available in the public health care system, the other one is not. My oncologist described the combination of targeted drugs as a one/two punch - each making the other more effective in killing the cells trying their hardest to kill me.
I didn’t appreciate it then, but with cancer, months can mean the difference between memories or memorials.
Enter Neoadjuvant Chemotherapy
Neoadjuvant chemo (before surgery), a single-side mastectomy (followed by the other a year later) and radiation, all combined to give me the best chance I had. I sourced the other drug privately, and it was administered at St. James with the rest.
During treatment, I was told that this specific drug was very close to being declared a formulary drug - available for free in the public system.
That was three years ago, and it’s still not publicly available to the hundreds of people diagnosed with HER2+ cancer each year here.
I hope if I were to write something next October, I could finally say that Pertuzumab was now at public oncology centres nationwide.
At the time of my diagnosis, I thought about my then seven-year-old niece and I could not imagine not being around to see her grow up. I told myself that I wasn’t going to go down without a fight; a switch flipped in my brain and that is how it has been ever since.
It was not an escape mechanism or denial, I just decided to focus on battling it through nutrition, following the doctors’ advice, and trusting the science.
I don’t use the word ‘cured’ when asked because it feels like a jinx, but two years post-treatment, I’ve shifted my mentality from active cancer patient to something a lot less easy to define. Everything is potentially ‘something’ now. Is that dull pain in my shoulder because I slept bad or…? Were those moles always there? The first year I ran to the doctors for every pain, and sometimes I still have a hard time not spiralling into a panic for every ‘little’ thing.
My mentality is, if I get knocked down eight times, I’ll get up nine.
Cancer changed me but doesn’t define me. Making the decision to live with scars instead of breasts wasn’t easy. But being born out of this disease is a strength I honestly didn’t know I had.
Each scar is my testimonial. I have physical proof that I’m a fighter. Cancer is my barroom brawl.
Message to other warriors
Even though it feels lonely, it does not have to be. The resources exist. Speak to other patients and find the support you need. Don’t give up. Do what you can to make yourself stronger and fight it. Refuse to let cancer just happen to you - YOU happen to cancer.
Don’t wait, get screened
Whoever reads this, please get regular screening. Advocate for yourself. Ask questions and make sure you understand the answers. Make noise on your behalf if necessary, to be taken seriously. Too often patients have symptoms brushed off or are told to ‘wait and see’. Don’t. Get second, third and fourth opinions if you have to. You have to fight for your health because nobody else will. Cancer is treatable if caught in time.
If you or someone you love is facing a cancer diagnosis and would like to reach out, you can message me at: https://www.facebook.com/SaritaSaysForkCancer.