Cancer researchers say breast cancers tend to grow more slowly after menopause, making it safe for women to be checked less often as they age. While mammograms are one of the best known tools for early detection of breast cancer, the new guidelines say doctors no longer need to do breast exams during women 's checkups. Dr. Michelle Sahinler, a Grace Health System gynecologist, says women should do a breast self-exam monthly, and their doctor should still do a yearly exam. “I’ve detected a lump in the last year in a patient who ended up having breast cancer,” she says.
d. nipple discharge-Nipple discharge is fairly common. Discharge is usually a benign condition if it is elicited and occurs in both nipples or from multiple ducts. Unilateral nipple discharge is more concerning, and any spontaneous discharge from either breast requires further investigation. Most concerning is red (bloody) or clear. e. skin changes-The mammographer should note any bulging of the skin, protruding areas that change the shape of the breast, and any swelling.
I’ve seen many of my people fall victim to the brutality of the “Red Death”. The disease continues to inflict blood on even the youngest of children and the oldest of the elders. Along my streets, I see my people lying helpless, suffering from the clutches of the “Red Death” while others have already been taken by it. Nothing that has ever happened in this world, amounts to the devastation that this disease has brought to my kingdom. Nevertheless, I do not fear the disease, and my happiness and joy remain and will remain throughout this epidemic.
At first when I was told I would be able to speak my mind as to what my thoughts would be on the effects of what happened and what Mr. Wilson should receive as a time to serve I knew exactly what to say, but when you begin putting pen to paper you get lost and all the fears and anxiety continue at a high level. Below are what continue to haunt me and my children on a daily basis. I still recall the time you woke up and looked over at me with this crazed look in your eyes. You kicked me so hard in my right jaw and right upper arm. I fell into the night stand, then onto the floor next to the bed.
Have you ever wondered how long you could keep a secret from everyone you know? The Manhattan Project was one of the most kept secrets. It was a secret project to make the first atomic bomb ever. Now how is this related to now? It is related because the creation of that bomb helped the warfare that countries today use.
I too understand and can identify with what Klein stated regarding personal connections. My giving to the breast cancer was also a walk-a-thon. We were also offered jerseys as a group, which was participating as part of a huge breast cancer walk event, that takes place annually. I was happy to donate to such a cause, but unfortunately, I was not able to actually walk at the time of the event. The important thing was giving as much as I can afford to, and knowing that my portion can make a significant different tin the life of someone.
It is January of 2005, and I am on my way to Columbus for my first chemotherapy. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in October of last year. My two sons, Jeff and Jason are coming along with me. Jeff is driving, Jason is in the passenger seat and I 'm in the back seat of Jeff’s 2002 GMC Envoy. I glance out the window and watch as we pass the Shoe.
I wake up every morning, feeling like a force of pressure is going to crush me. I feel overwhelmed everyday by every little thing,I sense everyone judging me. I can feel their eyes piercing my heart, but I stand tall, and brave because I choose for Anxiety not to control my life. Living with Anxiety is like being scared and tired at the same time. It's the fear of failure,failing at everything you do but no urge to be productive.
If it were cancer, there would be flowers, cards, and covered dishes. Instead, it’s a secret passed from my mom to me in soft whispered words. It’s vague words to brush it off, shuffle it into the closet, hide it under a rug. Accident. Fine.
Encased in an incubator, constricted by tubes and wires, I experienced my first moments in the world under a dreaded diagnosis, cancer. When I was born, my inability to breathe normally prompted doctors to take x-rays of my chest. This led to the discovery of a neuroblastoma tumor inside my ribcage but outside my lung. My parents later relayed to me that the doctor described my tumor to them as shaped like a long, narrow eggplant. At just six days old, a doctor performed surgery on me to remove the tumor.
The results came back. My eleven year old sister, my Riley had juvenile pilocytic astrocytoma. This is a rare type of childhood brain cancer. My gorgeous little sister with long brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes that anyone can get lost in might not have children, get married, or even wake up tomorrow morning. My mother and I started noticing that she was having trouble walking, seeing and she was throwing up.
In my brief life, I have overcome a lot of adversity. My mom fled Mexico with her three young children to escape domestic violence. When we came to this country we had only a few personal belongings and the promise of a better future. We came to this country and lived in a small trailer with no toilet other than a bucket, and no shower except for the one that was lent to us from the kindness of a stranger, our new neighbor. As a single parent, my mother had to work day and night to support us.
"You have cancer," I’ve been alive for eighteen years, and I’ve been talking for almost seventeen years. Each of these words have been said around me millions of times, but I never thought that I would hear the three of them together. My knuckles were white, and my head was spinning. feeling like the doctor had knocked the wind out of me, I felt my lunch coming back up. Terrified, I sat and listened as the oncologist spoke.
As I was getting my assignment for the day, I was thinking “Am I going to remember what to say, or how to perform certain skills?” But, to my surprise, I was able to jump right back in. My patient was an 84 year old male, admitted with a blocked common bile duct. I was, able to talk with him, and do his assessment with no problem.
I woke up terrified , those nightmares they keep happening. I was thinking to myself saying why haven't they went away. But suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the yelling of my sister. I got out of bed and went down stairs where i had seen my sister jill making breakfast , she turned around and saw me , then she asked “ nightmares again ”. I answered “ yes ”.
