A tale of two surgeries

Considering I've discussed my surgeries, deciding to have surgery, and complications from my surgeries at length, I thought I'd talk a little bit about them. I don't like to dwell on them and want to move forward, but it goes a long way to explain how far I've come. This is a long one folks, buckle in.

The first surgery was a prophlactic double mastectomy, which I had on February 16 at Northwestern in Chicago. Mom and Tim were there, and the entire thing was scheduled to last about 4-6 hours. (See I already forgot, it's been so long!) The plan was to perform a nipple and skin sparing mastectomy, where my breast surgeon, Dr. Seema Khan, would take away as much breast tissue as possible.  The nipple sparing type of surgery was good in my case, because there is a small amount of tissue that remains in the nipple, which would be a risk for someone with cancer. For someone who has cancer, the nipples are removed and are often reconstructed if the patient opts for it. In my case I kept natural nipples and would require no further reconstruction after the implants. The incision is below each breast, rather than the standard incision across the middle of the breast for women who are not keeping their nipples. Cell samples are also taken from the nipple tissue remaining and the lymphnodes to be tested for signs of cancer. There were no reasons to believe they would find anything, but it is essential to know. My pathology report came back a-okay, so as far as I know, I have nothing to be concerned about. Then, Dr. Kim, the plastic surgeon, would go in and place tissue expanders under my pectoral muscles, which we would slowly fill to stretch the muscles. These are what the tissue expanders look like:

Tissue expanders with metal port

Tissue expanders and breast implant cross section. 

When I woke up, I was deflated (physically, and a little mentally). I kept saying I felt like there was a giant sitting on my chest. I wasn't really prepared for this aspect, no one told me I wouldn't be able to breathe normally. In fact, I couldn't breathe completely normally until after my second surgery. There was a lot of pain (bless that morphine drop button), but it was kept under control. I spent one night in the hospital and what they say is true, you can't catch up on your sleep at the hospital. One side was very bruised, and my breast surgeon explained that many blood vessels serve the nipple and it is impossible to tell which is the dominant one. In some large breasted women, the blood supply is not easily determined, so one of them could have been affected. For awhile it looked like a real possibility that I was going to lose a nipple, which would have been pretty crappy. Instead, the nipple scabbed over, fell off, and it looks like a real live nipple underneath!

I also had four drains. Lemme tell you a little something about drains. I hate them. They are the worst. They hang off your body and are impossible to hide and constantly remind you that you just had surgery. Tim and I called them "juice boxes," much to the horror of one of the nurses (it's pretty gross, really). I hung all my drains off of a lanyard and would repeatedly say "Flava-Flav!" Worst bling ever. 

This woman looks too happy to have drains. 

The drain is a long tube with little holes to collect fluid. Like in the picture above, the tube is wrapped around and across the length of your breast. The purpose of the drain is to drain excess fluid, so it cuts down on the swelling. You have to empty the fluid 2-3 times a day, and you're looking for the amount of fluid to go below a certain threshold (something like 30cc per drain). And the drain tube comes out of your body through a hole they create. Let me say that again: they cut a hole in your side/armpit for the drain tube to come out of. The feeling of the drains was so awkward and you have to be extremely careful that they don't get caught on something or that they don't become infected. The mastectomy bra/tank I got at the hospital had little pockets that I could put them in and velcro to the tank, but it's impossible to hide the bulges in real clothes. Not a good time, all around. Oh yeah, and when they finally do take the drains out, they just yank them out from the hole, it's the strangest feeling. It's pretty gross. 

Recovering from the first surgery took many weeks. I have been mostly very healthy my whole life, so I was not used to being limited or incapacitated like this. Mom was here for about 2 weeks, doing everything from cleaning, cooking, washing my hair, and helping me get dressed. I couldn't raise my hands up over my head for a long time. Slowly but surely I was able to do new things. My aunts and cousin came the first weekend and we would go for walks, a little further every day. For a runner, not even being able to walk a mile without getting winded was defeating, but I did get better every day. I am so very grateful for everyone who sent me flowers, well wishes, or came to visit during that time. It meant so much that people were thinking of me! I didn't actually take too much time off of work, and I felt comfortable working from home pretty quickly. I was off the radar for about a week, working from home after that, and back to work after another 1.5 weeks. Sleeping was another story. I was totally uncomfortable, as I'm used to sleeping on my side, and had to stack up lots of pillows and find a good spot. I would wake up with awful back pain, which would thankfully go away once I started moving. I also couldn't wear my own clothes and everything had to be stepped into or buttoned. I wore a lot of Tim's shirts. Putting on "real clothes" was a big deal for me. In fact, every new thing I could do (dress myself, comb my hair, shave my armpits) was a victory. 

Aside from the physical recovery, I also was getting fill ups in my tissue expanders. Each week I would visit the nurses, who use a magnet to find the metal port in the tissue expander (the silver part in the picture above), and using a cartoony like syringe I would get filled with 60 cc or so of saline. The expanders don't look or feel anything like real breasts, and they are really there to just push the muscle and skin to make room for the implants. And push they did. At first I would just have a bit of soreness for a day or so, but the last few expander fills were awful and I was in pain, having trouble sleeping almost all the time. They are hard as a rock and they don't open out the skin quite evenly. They happened to be placed a little high, and as a result a little fold was created under my right breast. I think this may be the cause of the "thin skin" I learned about this week, but who knows.

The second surgery (the implant exchange) was kind of a whirlwind. I went to see Dr. Kim when we thought my expansions were done, and he told me he had a surgery cancellation for the NEXT week. I was going out of town for the weekend and there really wasn't much time to prepare. But I sure as heck wanted those tissue expanders out, so I took the appointment. He warned me that drains were again a possibility, but that recovery from this surgery would be much easier. In fact most women say they feel better when they wake up from this surgery. So on April 18th, I had my implant exchange. When he was marking me for surgery, he started marking my belly, and told me he planned to do some microfat grafting, which is basically a little bit of liposuction, and injecting the fat back into your breasts to smooth out any contours. Not a problem, doc, take it all!

Big smiles, ready for my implant exchange!

Unfortunately, I woke up with 2 more drains (hate those things). I was disappointed, but the surgeon spent a long time fixing some "gnarly" scar tissue, so in the long run it's worth it. He also didn't get to do any of the fat grafting, but from what I understand this is really  for aesthetic purposes, so we can address it down the road. I actually felt so much better when I woke up. The implants are much softer, so it relieved a lot of the pressure I was feeling in my chest, back, and arms. And of course they're breast shaped, so they actually look like breasts, not the frankenboobs I had before with the tissue expanders. Recovery from this surgery was not bad at all, just the damn drains! I did manage to strategically hide them to an acceptable level for Tim's fancy birthday dinner two days later, but thankfully he loves me anyways, even if I have drains. They came out after a week, and I was back to work as soon as they were gone.  

Home with my new boobs and Penny on my lap. All is right with the world. 

You can see why something like "thin skin" is so frustrating for me. In my mind, I'm done. I had my surgery, reconstruction, my incisions look good, and I feel great. I just want to move on. I realize that I am lucky; most women who have a mastectomy are sick. They have to go through radiation, chemo, losing their hair, possibly nipple reconstruction, and are facing a life threatening illness. Their road to recovery is long and they may never be back to "normal". But I am selfish and impatient and want to be back to normal as soon as possible! I've also talked with Tim about this a lot, but I think it's part of my personality to be a "finisher." I like to finish things, whether it's a bottle of ketchup in the fridge, a book, a knitting project -- I just like to be done. I want the mastectomy and reconstruction part of my life behind me, I don't want it lingering like a stale fart. I made the decision, went through the surgeries, recovered (for the most part), and I feel like the hard part should be over. I signed up for the marathon, so I want to DO it -- hopefully that finisher mentality can take me all the way to the end!

Let's try not to do this again

Today is the Soldier Field 10 miler. And I'm not running :( 

My highliter yellow race shirt and bib.

Let's try not to do that again. 

Meeting the team

Last night was the Team Bright Pink introductions, where we met each other, the Bright Pink coordinator Wendy Avner, Andrea Metcalf (a celebrity lifestyle trainer), and our trainer Joy Miles (quite an appropriate name if you ask me) from Fitness Formula Clubs. We also got the lowdown on our training schedule, which starts June 4. We'll have the opportunity for group workouts 3 times per week (one regular, one track workout and one long run), and also the best part (in my opinion) is a membership to a FFC (Fitness Formula Clubs) workout club in Chicago. I love my regular gym, but these gyms are swanky. The location I signed up for has a pool! And showers! It will be nice to try it for a few months and shake up the group fitness routine.

Also as part of the training program, we have access to injury prevention and rehab programs with Nova Care, as well as a partnership with Running Away Multisport for deals and gear assistance. There will be lots of team events, larger group runs, seminars on stretching and nutrition, pedicures (just don't scrape my calluses!), a pre-race pasta dinner, post-race massages, post-race party (WITH SHOWERS!) and the list goes on. I also met with some of the other members of the team, who aren't all marathon experts. Not to knock experts, they're fantastic and motivating, but I don't want to always feel like the "slow one." One woman is a breast cancer survivor and has run 22 marathons (we just met, already had a few tears, shared a hug), one woman who began running only 1 year ago and completed the Chicago Marathon last year, and another first timer running her first half next month. I feel very encouraged. 

But my major concern was still my running. I told the trainer Joy about my thin skin and asked what she thought. She seems to think I can do a lot with the cross training and is willing to tweak the schedule for me if I'm not able to run right away. I asked her what I would do if I can't train and she told me "Can't is a cuss word." I feel much more motivated that barring something bad that prevents me from running altogether, I can still do this. It may not be the most ideal training, but my goal is just to FINISH. And it could be just my imagination, but I do feel my thin skin starting to thicken up. 

Anyways, I have my new motto: CAN'T IS A CUSS WORD!

Minor setback

Minor setback in Jocelyn-running-the-marathon-land.

I noticed a red spot under one of my new breasts recently, and I figured it was just my skin healing, no big deal. Then the red spot grew and I could no longer ignore it. On Friday I called my doctor's office, sent them a picture, and the nurse prescribed me with an antibiotic, she thought it was an infection. I was skeptical, because I feel great (although I have no feeling in my breasts, so that's not saying much). On Monday, no improvement, so I called again. Thankfully I was working from home, so I went in to meet with my plastic surgeon. 

Turns out it's not an infection, but it's thin skin. I always knew I needed thicker skin (har har), but this isn't good news. I don't think the temporary sports bras I've been wearing are doing me any favors, so he recommended I switch to a surgical bra, and avoid sleeping on that side (although it's my favorite). Definitely no running until he's okay with it. I told him my plans to run the marathon, and he didn't seem concerned. I'm not sure he realizes how much training is involved! In fact, he spent more time looking at how the other breast looked than the one I was concerned about. 

I can't lie, I'm disappointed. I had planned to run/walk the Soldier Field 10 miler this weekend but I'm sitting that one out. My Mom, some nice folks on Ravelry in the Running with Sharp Objects group (why yes I go to my knitting site to get running advice), and my friend Adam (who's running his first marathon in Hawaii next month) talked me down from the ledge. I'm not going to quit before I even begin, so I'm going to do what I can to get cardio exercise and work my legs without any impact on the new boobs. I have a follow up appointment with the doctor next week, where I will be clear about what exercise I can do. I also meet my training team this week, and the training program begins the first week of June. I'll just be honest with the trainer and ask what I should do. I certainly know I can't do this if I'm not healthy, so that's the first step. 

My support team

Generally when I refer to my support team, it's my Mom, Tim, Aunty Maureen...anyone who sent something, came to visit, or helped when I was recovering from my surgeries. But not this time. This time it's about bras. Supporting my boobs. 

Last weekend I went with my Mom to Fleet Feet in search of The Greatest Sports Bra Ever. I figured not only is it important to have support when you have boobs on the larger size, but doubly if your boobs are new and fake, and triply if you're training for a marathon. Gone are the days where I will be picking sports bras that come in S/M/L at Target for running. I wear those day to day (no real bras for a few more months), and those were borderline okay for me before, but now I want the best support. These puppies have a lot of miles ahead of them, so I gotta take care of them so they're always perky! 

At Fleet Feet they have sports bras in regular band/cup sizes and will actually measure you  like they would at fancy lingerie stores. The girl helping me actually said their new way of measuring wasn't accurate and that I should just use my regular size. Funny thing is, I still don't actually know what bra size I am! They don't really sell bras in 650 or 800 cc, so I just went with what I was before. My real bra fitting will have to wait for another day.

And the award for Greatest Sports Bra Ever is.....the Moving Comfort Fiona Sports bra! 

Happiness in $50 worth of Polyester and Lycra

This is the best sports bra I've ever had. Two boobs up. It is so soft and comfortable. It has a band with hook closures like a real bra, so you don't have to squeeze it over your head. Because I still can't reach my arms all the way up, that vetoes any bra that I have to put on over my head. (If there was a video camera in the dressing room though, I'm sure someone had a good laugh watching me try.) It comes in 7 colors (although Fleet Feet is pretty no nonsense and only had white and black. I got both, naturally). The coverage is great, so the band won't rub up on my incisions. The straps are adjustable with velcro at the front, but they aren't racerback, so they will stick out of any tank top I wear. But I DON'T CARE because the bra is that awesome. I've taken it for a few test drives and it's performing very well! These puppies aren't going anywhere.

I always get a little sad when I see a woman running with not enough support. Seriously ladies, you don't have to live like that! No one's boobs should be hitting them in the face. If you are chesty and run at all, the investment in a great sports bra is totally worth it, your boobs will thank you in 10 years. 

What I did with my ticking time bombs

A few posts ago I talked about the BRCA genetic mutation and what it meant to have it. After finding out that I had the BRCA2 genetic mutation and knowing that my lifetime risk of cancer was as high as 70%, I knew I'd have to do something. The preventative measures available to me were increased screening (check), living a healthy lifestyle (mostly check), chemoprevention drugs like Tamoxifen (which could reduce my risk up to 50%), or surgical options, including a prophylactic mastectomy (reducing my risk by about 90%). Note that even a prophylactic mastectomy cannot eliminate risk, but it is statistically (and intuitively) the most effective way to reduce risk. See the chart here about relative risk reduction: 

I was in no hurry to do anything about this until I was done bearing children (again, I still haven't even started!), mostly because a prophylactic mastectomy seemed drastic, and research indicates Tamoxifen must be taken for 5 consecutive years to receive the preventative benefits, and you are not able to have children while taking it. The prospect of me having children in the next 5 years was not unlikely, so I didn't really think it was a good idea. 

In Sept 2010 my sister was diagnosed with a metastatic tumor on her liver. After that, it's no surprise that things became much more real. I still never imagined that her disease would progress as quickly as it did, and I never envisioned our relationship having an expiration date. We continued to discuss what I should do about my risk--Megan was always very concerned for me. I am so grateful that she had the energy to care about me and help me learn a lesson from her crappy situation. 

Next in the spring of 2011 my Aunt Maureen gave me a book, Previvors: Facing the Breast Cancer Gene and Making Life-Changing Decisions. To say this book was written for someone exactly like me is an understatement. The book very logically lays out exactly what someone in my position (knowing their high risk, but not actually having cancer) is facing and the options available, through the stories of 5 women. Looking back, this is what put the seed in my head for a prophylactic mastectomy. 

I also started becoming involved in Bright Pink, an organization for people like me, at high risk for breast and ovarian cancer, focusing on education, prevention, and empowering young women. Before this, I kind of felt alone. My sister was dealing with a lot, and I didn't want to selfishly detract from that, but what I was feeling was pretty serious too. The organization is based in Chicago, and the day I went in for volunteer training, we actually met the founder, Lindsay Avner. Talk about driven, this woman had a prophylactic mastectomy at the age of 23, because of her own high risk, and started a nonprofit for people like herself in 2007. Hearing about her story, I knew it wasn't such a drastic or crazy thing to get a mastectomy at my age. 

Talking with my sister about getting a prophylactic mastectomy after my first Bright Pink meeting, she thought it was worth it. It seems like an easy decision when the facts are all laid out, but even Megan struggled with her decision to get a double mastectomy. She would never come right out and tell me what to do, although she had been asking me to look into taking Tamoxifen a lot more. I wasn't going to wait until I had kids anymore, I told her my plans, and she told me she was happy to hear it. 

Unfortunately, the seed that was planted grew into a fully formed plan after watching my sister go through a sharp and quick decline. Every time I saw her after the liver mets, she seemed weaker. Conversations turned from planning a trip to Chicago, to her imminent death. It's not easy to talk with your 29 year old sister about how she knows she's going to die. Maybe not tomorrow or next month, but inevitably. I never thought we would lose her so quickly, but she succumbed to her cancer on Sept 1, 2011. After that, there was no way I could watch my sister take her last breath because of this ugly disease and not do everything in my power to prevent the same thing happening from me. I feel somewhat selfish about this fact, but I know I am lucky to be armed with the knowledge of my risks.  On the car ride to the airport the next day, I talked to my stepdad about it, and was 100% convinced that the surgery is what I needed to do. 

When I talk to people about it, I say that it didn't really feel like a decision at all, I can't imagine not doing it. Still, it is a big decision. My sister even waffled a bit when deciding whether or not to get her breasts removed, even knowing she had cancer and she was also a genetic mutation carrier. She ultimately did, but it's not a decision to be taken lightly. It's a major surgery with serious possible side effects. I no longer have feeling in most of my breasts and armpits. I can never breastfeed my children. They look good, but they're not mine. But ultimately, I figured if I had a really high risk of getting cancer at some point and would have to get a mastectomy anyways, why not control the timeline. 

Happy Mother's Day!

For Mother's Day, Mom came to Chicago to run the Y-ME Race at Your Pace 5K downtown. I ran the race, and it felt great! My (new) Garmin tells me I finished in 32:08, which is pretty good considering I've only been back at it for a week. I'm really not pushing myself yet (except to pass all the walkers today), so I think this bodes well for future training! After we came back, Tim had brunch prepared for us (mango parfait and sweet & savory crêpes), and it was a delight. 

Mom and her best friend, Penny. Mom's allergic to cats but is a mega trooper when it comes to my furball

Enough about me. Mom is training for the Susan G. Komen 3-day walk, which is 60 miles in 3 days, in Boston from July 27-29. Her team is Miles for Megan, walking in memory of my sister. My Mom has blown past the fundraising minimum for the event ($2300) and has raised about $11,500 to date! The event itself is no small feat, Mom has been training diligently, when she was in Chicago taking care of me after my surgeries, at home, and this weekend. Yesterday we walked to two fabric stores in Evanston (almost 9 miles), today we ran a 5K, then walked back to my house from the race downtown (7.4 miles). The mimosas at brunch were well deserved. 

I am so inspired by my mother's training. Walking may sound easy, but it's a lot of work training for this event! I have really enjoyed walking with her, especially since I can't run long distances yet.  Our family was never one of athletes, so both my Mom's event and my marathon are a big deal. Four years ago, we ran our first race together in Chicago (Mom, Megan, and I), which was both my Mom's and my first 5K. We have done a handful more with each other and the three of use ran the Y-Me race last year on Mother's Day. I will admit to being emotional during parts of the race today...I felt a void where Megan should be and I'm sure Mom feels it too, especially being Mother's Day. But I know she is with us and I hope she knows she is an inspiration to us, as we both train for these events. 

Megan, me, and Mom at the United Run for the Zoo, 2008

Mom and I at the Y-Me race last year.

So here's to my Mom, a wonderful inspiration, and a crucial member of my support team. I wouldn't be here without her!

So what's this BRCA thing?

Beware, this post also has nothing to do with running or marathons (still healing)!

I mentioned in a previous post that I was a carrier of a BRCA2 genetic mutation. So what does that really mean? I have been researching and hearing about the BRCA (pronounced BRACK-ah) genes for about 4 years, but I forget that not everyone knows what I'm talking about. And since I need filler until I actually start training, now is a good time to talk about my genes. BRCA stands for breast cancer susceptibility gene 1 or 2.

**Disclaimer** I am not a genetics expert! I know and have researched enough to make my own decisions, but that's where my knowledge ends. There are lots of experts on these matters. The following is my own words, but it's based on fact and research.

Thanks to Wikipedia, here is a nice gene illustration

Everyone has these BRCA genes, and they are good. Remember genes? If you remember your high school biology class, you inherit half from your mother and half from your father. Each child of a BRCA gene mutation carrier has a 50% chance of also inheriting that mutation. The BRCA genes act as tumor suppressors, and mutations to these genes mean you are at a higher risk of developing disease. There are a range of mutations, and the most serious is a "deleterious mutation." These aren't cool X-Men mutations though (sorry Tim), because if you have a deleterious mutation to the BRCA1 or BRCA2 gene, one of your copies isn't working correctly and half of your tumor suppression army is defective.

As a result, if you are a carrier of a BRCA genetic mutation, your risk of developing both breast and ovarian cancer is much larger than the general population. There are many other risk factors aside from this BRCA genetic mutation that can make a woman high risk, including age, family history, hormonal influence, obesity, etc, but this is a pretty big one. The good news (for other people) is that only 5-10% of breast cancers are hereditary, but if you do have a hereditary risk, your chances are very high. See this graph, it's pretty staggering:

Relative risks for BRCA mutation carriers. 

How did I find out I had this mutation? My sister Megan was diagnosed with Stage IIb breast cancer in April 2008. We had a strong family history (grandmother, grandmother's mother, aunt, aunt's cousin, all on the paternal side), but she was by far the youngest diagnosis. I'm not sure the test was even around when my aunt was diagnosed. So she was tested and was positive for a deleterious mutation of the BRCA2 gene. Subsequently, more members of my family were tested. The results are very helpful in dictating a course of action and future treatments. 

At first, I was anti-testing for myself. When I learned about the test, I was only 24. I was single, living by myself 1000 miles away from my family, and kind of didn't want to deal with a giant bomb dropping in my life. So instead I at first decided to live my life like I did have the mutation. I finally got a lady doctor and scheduled mammograms and breast MRIs every year. That got to be expensive really fast (even with insurance), because I wasn't yet at the age where mammograms were covered completely by my health plan, even though I was high risk. Finally in December 2009 I figured I would get tested, because if I didn't have the genetic mutation, I'd be just like everyone else (yay!) and if I did, well then that would justify all of these tests.  By that time I was also in a pretty serious relationship with Tim, so I didn't feel as alone facing this kind of information, whatever it may be. There may have also been a lot of gentle prodding by Megan. :)

So I met with a genetics counselor at Northwestern, and she explained to me what the test was and what my course of action would be if it were positive. There were many options at my disposal if I was a carrier of the mutation, including maintaining my increased screening, chemoprevention drugs and prophlyactic surgeries, but generally we thought it was appropriate for me to wait until I was done having children to do anything beyond increased screening. We Lally Ladies never go anywhere unprepared, and Megan and I had done a lot of research on this, so I was prepared for almost everything she told me. By then I had already decided, so she took my blood and for about a week I hoped and hoped I didn't have it and could be just like everyone else. Later learned that I do in fact have a deleterious mutation of the BRCA2 gene.  Having already committed to my increased screening regimen, not much changed afterwards. The test results just confirmed what I was already assuming, and I would continue my yearly boob squishings, probably until I was done having children (I haven't even started yet, nevermind finish!)

There are many resources available for women at high risk like myself (often referred to as "Previvors"), including the Bright Pink (the nonprofit that I will be running with in the marathon--look a marathon reference!!), FORCE (Facing Our Risk of Cancer Empowered), and forums on BreastCancer.org, to name a few. It's a funny place though, facing real risks and real life decisions, but you can't allow yourself to wallow because you aren't sick. And I never really let myself get down about this, because my sister was sick. If anything, I was lucky, because now I knew my risks and I could do something about it.

Further reading about the BRCA genes:
Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BRCA_mutation
National Cancer Institute: http://www.cancer.gov/cancertopics/factsheet/Risk/BRCA
Megan's blog post discussing the BRCA gene: http://meganpinkblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-i-really-need-to-know-i-learned-in.html

Why I'm not running (yet)

So my last post gave all the reasons I am running the marathon this fall, but the fact is I can't even run yet! I wish I could start my training RIGHT NOW, but I just had surgery and my plastic surgeon would be angry with me. He's the boss so I am listening to him. Below is my boyfriend Tim and I at the Ravenswood Run 5K last Sunday. I'm wearing a shirt, but not a number, because I had to watch on the sidelines. I watched Tim and my friend Adam (visiting from out of town) run the race. It's not quite as fun on the other side, but I did enjoy watching and I have an appreciation for all of the times Tim has met me at the finish line. 

Me, Tim, and Adam at the Ravenswood Run 5K, 04/29/12

Why can't I run? On February 16th I had a prophylactic double mastectomy and reconstructive surgery was on April 18th. (I would like to stress that I'm not sick, this was purely preventative! More on the surgery another time.) The plastic surgeon recommends 6 weeks with no running, lifting, straining, etc, which was not a problem for me after the first surgery, since I could hardly walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded. The mastectomy really took a lot out of me and it took a lot of stretching and walking to get myself back to feeling normal. However, after the reconstruction surgery I actually felt better than when I went in, because in the time between my mastectomy and my reconstruction, I had these tissue expanders which "made room" for my implants, and they were very uncomfortable, to say the least.  You can get an idea of what the TEs are like here. I feel great after this surgery, and I am antsy to get my life back to normal. 

Now I just have to wait for my incisions to heal and the first day I'm allowed to run again is May 30th. I can't wait! The weather is getting nicer, I want to be outside, and I am so jealous every time I see other runners. But for now I am relegated to walking and the elliptical. I can't do yoga yet, I am still nervous about bearing my full weight on my chest muscles. There's plenty of things I can be doing though, especially eating right (carrying around extra weight is never a good thing, and it will help my pace!). There's also the Soldier Field 10 miler that I signed up for on Memorial Day weekend. I signed up when I had no plans of surgery, but I am still planning to do the race, except I'll have to walk it. I have to get my legs used to working hard again and setting aside long periods of time to work out. Walking 10 miles though, I feel like that's going to take forever! 

Thankfully, the Bright Pink training program doesn't start until June 4th, so if all goes well I should be right on schedule. And for now....the dreadmill is my friend. 

Why am I running?

I got back from lunch today with Tim and there was an email in my inbox about running the Chicago Marathon for Team Bright Pink. Almost immediately I thought "Why not?" First reason, the race has been sold out for some time. Also...I have kind of a track record for signing up for races and for some reason not being unable to compete (see Ravenswood Run last Sunday, Soldier Field 10 miler on Memorial Day weekend, and a few other runs thrown in). But this time, here's hoping for something different. 

So really, why? First, I am a runner (I swear!) so it's not that crazy. Not only can I run a mile (like the tagline says), but I can run multiple miles, like 10 even! Well actually, I'm not supposed to be running for another 4 weeks (more on that another time), but to me running a marathon is the ultimate athletic goal. 

Second, I love Bright Pink. It was at Bright Pink that I first heard of Lindsay Avner, the founder of the organization, who had a double mastectomy at 23 after testing positive for the BRCA1 genetic mutation. Hearing her story, well it made my decision seem easier. I myself am a carrier of a BRCA2 mutation and just had a double mastectomy. 

Probably most importantly why I am running is my sister Megan. Megan passed away 9/1/11 from metastatic breast cancer. Megan herself trained for the Chicago Marathon in 2009 as part of her Red Letter Year, but she got hurt and did a half marathon instead. The marathon is 2 days before her birthday. And 1 week before her memorial race. She is so endlessly intertwined in my thoughts of running (she started running 5Ks and it inspired me to start running), the Chicago Marathon, and breast cancer. 

I can't imagine running any other marathon, in any other place, any other time, for any other cause, with any other team. That's why I'm running. Wish me luck!

If you can run a mile, you can run a marathon

Just like it says. So I'm doing it! More to come.