Archive for September 13th, 2007

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Uproar Over Gene Testing Ads

September 13, 2007

It seems that everywhere I turn today, someone is talking about the new breast cancer gene test ads.  I’ve only seen the one aired on CNN this morning and didn’t find it to be too over-the-top.  However, many physicians and healthcare officials are concerned that it may cause undo panic, that the information provided is inaccurate, and there isn’t enough information provided. 

Personally, I like the idea of putting the information about the test out there.  I’ve mentioned it to several friends who had no idea what I was talking about, having never heard of such.  What’s more, I think doctors who are primarily concerned with mass panic and women beating a path to the laboratory are underestimating our intelligence.  From what I understand, doctors will not even perform the test without first requiring the patient undergo genetic counseling.

Several years ago, I found a lump in my breast and had an excisional biopsy (lumpectomy).  My paternal grandmother had breast cancer and I was told the biopsy was the best course to follow.  The results were negative for cancer (benign), but the lumpectomy itself left me battling breast inflammation for nearly a year.  When I changed doctors, I was told that I had seen her originally, she would have done a fine needle aspiration and avoided the whole ugly mess, but that’s another story.  Shortly after my breast inflammation cleared up, I was invited to participate in a genetic testing study and received a rather large packet of information about the test. 

As I read over the material, one thing really stuck in my mind… the required genetic counseling.  Why would I need counseling?  Learing my test was negative would mean never worrying about getting breast cancer, right?  It wasn’t long before I started to understand, though.  Should my test be positive, how would I feel?  What would my options be?  Let’s face it… I worry!  My grandmother didn’t actually develop cancer until her 60s so how many years am I going to have to wait for this bullet to hit?  I’d be concerned over every little ache and twinge!  Of course I always had the option of just lobbing the twins off and get some implants, perhaps, but isn’t that a bit radical?  Also, at 29 years of age, would I want something like this being a part of my medical record?  How would it effect future insurance policies?

I devoted a lot of time and consideration to all of it and ultimately decided not to do it.  Since it was a part of a study, the test would have been free, but even that didn’t sway me.  I think the most convincing part for me was that if I did in fact test positive, one of the most recommended and least invasive courses to follow was to do monthly self-exams and annaul mammograms.  Well, I’m already doing that!  However, for a woman who has a strong family history of breast cancer, but does not have annual mammograms, this might be beneficial in getting a doctor to order them and insurance to cover it. 

Another thing that has changed since I was given the choice is how the BRAC1 and BRAC2 has since been linked with ovarian and colon cancer.  My father’s sister has colon cancer and that raises my odds even higher of developing cancer myself.  After learning this, I did have to revisit the whole genetic testing idea, but at this point, it would only tell me something my doctors and I already know… cancer runs in my family!

Genetic testing is clearly a very personal choice for all women, but certainly one not every woman knows she has.  I hope to see more ads, actually, for that purpose alone.  I also hope that future ads will mention the relation between BRAC1/ BRAC2  and other cancers.  In the meantime, allow me to suggest the following site for more information:

Genetic Testing for BRCA1 and BRCA2: It’s Your Choice

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Dreaming About Cartoons

September 13, 2007

While napping earlier in the evening, I drifted off and found myself dreaming about making a flip book.  I watched “License to Wed” the other day and I’m guessing that’s where this all came from.  But guet this… my flip book was about being a patient!  Real surprise there, huh?

So I’m seeing the flip book as I want it to turn out in my mind, but I’m not able to put it on paper.  I want to draw a large, sloping hill with myself strapped to a hospital stretcher, barreling down it toward a deadly cliff.  Standing at the edge of the cliff are my doctors who have stretched a net across my path, planning to catch me before I fall over the cliff.  I keep drawing and erasing, drawing and erasing, and it winds up being this extremely frustrating task.  I don’t remember anything beyond that so I don’t know if I ever finished or not, but during the dream I invisioned the last scene as me breaking through their net, suspended in mid-air, with a big question mark over my head.

I just love how your feelings can manifest themselves in your dreams!  The image I had in my head describes perfectly how I feel.  I am heading down hill fast and instead of doing anything to slow my progress, my doctors are waiting for my situation to become critical before they will even attempt to save me.  All the while, the speed I’m being allowed to gain is going to make it impossible for the net to stop me. 

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Bad, Bad Day for Ousier

September 13, 2007

I have been “staying on the porch” since I got up this morning.  Oh wait, it’s after midnight now so I guess I should say since yesterday morning.  The night before, I started getting really congested and started coughing and snotting around 11:00 p.m.  Shortly after midnight, I was coughing so hard that I vomited, subsequently waking up my son and having to stick him in my bed.  For the better part of the night I was coughing and puking every 30 minutes or so.  After I got all the food off my stomach, I started puking up this sticky, white, foamy stuff.  This all continued until about 6 a.m. this morning, at which time I just DIED apparently.  I don’t know how long my poor son was trying to wake me, but when my eyes opened he seemed quite agitated with me.  Very scary feeling!  I have NEVER slept through a whimper for either of my kids, but in recent months, I’ve been sleeping through a lot!  Including my husband’s alarm clock and that sucker is rather loud.  I’ve wondered if it has to do with my hearing problems or if I’m just hitting my deepest phase of sleep when the rest of the family is coming out of theirs.  I’ve resorted to “gating” my son in his room each night so that I don’t hear him when he wakes up, he at least won’t sneak out.

Anyway, as soon as I got out of bed I knew it wasn’t going to be a good day.  I felt utterly exhausted, which isn’t that uncommon.  But at the same time, I felt extremely weak, which has happened before, but usually when a host of other symptoms were going on.  Today, there were no palpitations, racing pulses, chest pain… none of that, but still, I was weak.  I chalked it up to being sick all night and having no sleep and figured a nice long evening nap would set me to rights.  No such luck!

Even though I slept for close to three hours, I woke up actually feeling worse!  I went outside to water my flowers and just getting the hose laid out had me doing the “room spins.”  Now that’s a new one, I think.  While I can feel light-headed at times, I don’t recall ever getting “spins.”  So I did the stop and go, stop and go, and got through that little chore and took myself a little breather.  I started thinking maybe my sugar was low, but I don’t have any test strips to check, so I just ate a bowl of cereal and waited a bit.  I started feeling somewhat better, and thinking back now this probably wasn’t the brightest idea, but I drove to get my son and I some take-out (thinking the hubby was going to be late tonight).  That little trip took whatever I had left out of me.  Miracle of miracles, hubby came home and took over with our son and I got to lay in bed. 

Sadly, that seemed to only make me worse, too.  I got to the point where I was almost in tears at the thought of having to get up and go to the bathroom!  I could visualize each step of the way and how much more miserable each one was going to make me.  It was very strange.  I’m not in any pain aside from a little achiness in my joints, so why was I so dreading it?  I bit the bullet and made my exodus and my son caught me.  Now he wants me for something and all I can think about is getting back to bed.  While I’m tending to him, it dawns on me to check my blood pressure.  It occasionally and randomly shoots up sky high.  So now I have another few steps to add so that I can grab the blood pressure monitor.  Well, I didn’t make it.  I bee-lined it back to bed and just threw myself on it.  A little while later, I asked my husband to bring me the monitor and my blood pressure read 88/50-something!  I told him to check his and his was 160/115.  Now were’re thinking there’s something wrong with the monitor and he changed the batteries.  This time, mine read 109/68, and his was the same as before.  He has hypertension so his numbers didn’t shock us.  It just “told on him,” basically.  He has a bad habit of forgetting his BP pill and just got busted.

Mr. Firefighter/EMT tells me that mine was only that low because I was lying down.  I sat up for a while, took it again, and it was up to 115/69.  I got up and moved around some and it climbed to 118/72.  Sounds good to me!  Guess it did just have to do with lying down!  Going to test that theory out tomorrow when I have more energy.  I also made a trip into the kitchen to fix myself from brocoli and cheese.  Don’t ask me why but that always gives me a boost.  Is the iron?  The carbs?  Who knows!  Don’t question it if it works, right?  So now I’ve got myself a bonefide spurt going on and wanted to put all this down for future reference.  I know the next time I start feeling so poorly, I’m taking my blood pressure and checking my sugar!  Note to self… GET SOME DAMN TEST STRIPS!