Brinker said that during her travels she is most often asked whether the war on breast cancer is being won.
"You bet we're winning," she said. "The five-year survival rate has increased from 74 percent in the 1980s to 98 percent today."Firstly, I have addressed this often quoted "98 percent" statistic in a previous post, so I'll say no more about it, except that I believe it's a misleading, erroneous, arrogant and dangerous position to take, by the self-styled global leader of the breast cancer movement. (Click here to read my views on this statistic).
Nope the real clincher for me today is the statement, "You bet we're winning". Really? By whose playbook?
It sure didn't feel like I was "winning" when my dinner-and-a-movie-Friday night turned into a nightmare of epic proportions, starting with me being wheeled to the emergency room on Friday afternoon following a big-time fail on a heart test.
Everything happened very quickly, but during my couple of hours in the ER, I was seen by at least five doctors, and the decision was made to operate on me that evening. By 6pm I was kissing my beloved goodbye, trying to shout instructions about what to do with my body if I didn't come through the operation, and being wheeled into the operating room, having received an emergency slot at the expense of some other poor soul who was bumped to accommodate me.
To cut a long story short, it turns out that I was walking around most of last week with a ticking time bomb inside of me. My heart had filled up with fluid and I had some breathing difficulties as well as some other uncomfortable symptoms. In medical parlance this is known as a Pericardial Effusion. It's a serious situation and if left untreated can cause heart failure and death. To put some perspective as to how bad my situation had become my surgeon put it like this. The normal heart sac holds about 30cc of fluid before it's "full". My heart sac had 1000cc of fluid by the time I got to the operating table.
How did it get this bad you ask before we caught it? I'd been having some symptoms like fatigue, stomach ache, feeling a bit full, and a bit short of breath. But of course I never connected the dots, thinking it was all just the usual cornucopia of mystery side-effects from chemo, and since my blood pressure never dropped I guess everybody else missed the seriousness of the situation until I showed up for the echocardiogram on the Friday.
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Why did this happen? I'm not yet willing to speculate publicly on the causes of this particular nightmare as I'm still waiting on the pathology report. However I think it's fairly likely that this is cancer-related in some way. How sinister is yet to be determined.
My point in relating this story is two-fold. One I'm talking about it, so I guess I'm dealing with it. But two, this IS cancer. It's sneaky. Just when you get comfortable and think you know where you're headed, something like this appears out of nowhere and shakes you to the core, making you forget everything you thought you knew about your particular cancer beast. One minute you're thinking "I can do this", "I'll get through this", to all of a sudden "Shit I really might die, and maybe sooner than I think". That's cancer. It's cruel. Plain and simple.
And for Nancy Brinker to stand up on a stage and proselytize to her deluded evangelicals that "You bet we're winning" seems to me to me to be at best, an extreme error in judgement and at worst, self-serving and just plain cruel.
It's time Ms Brinker walked an oncology ward. Read a few blogs (The Assertive Cancer Patient, Ashley: Warrior Mom, Dancing with Cancer, Living with Cancer (now deceased) etc). Talk to the organizers of the Metastatic Breast Cancer Network and Metavivor. Talk to the members of the cancer community living with metastatic disease. Talk to the members who, although show no evidence of disease right now, fear recurrence at any point. Talk to the spouses, partners, families and friends who are the caregivers, the bereaved. Talk to the medical community who are in the trenches everyday trying to save their patients with the best medical science has to offer.
Who of these people would so flippantly say "You bet we're winning"?
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