The Countdown

Started nearly 30 days ago. As of today, there are three days left of taking Anastrozole, an estrogen blocker, which wreaks havoc on one’s body, although I am totally thankful and grateful because I am cured of breast cancer.

On Feb. 27, 2024, I will have taken that little white pill for 2,555 days – seven years. The pill wears you down slowly. Thankfully, I am someone who works out at the gym faithfully. I’m sure it slowed the deterioration of my bones.

Did you know estrogen comes from our bones?

The number 27 was big in my journey.

Backstory: About a month before my breast cancer diagnosis, I was at the beach every chance I could get. I met some pretty cool people – played Frisbee and Bocce. Once at Bethune Beach, a friend pointed out a cloud that clearly was the number 27. I thought it was cool.

I was diagnosed with breast cancer on the 27th of the month, had the double mastectomy on the 27th of the month, started chemotherapy on the 27th and radiation on the 27th. And yes, I have come full circle with the number 27, or in three days anyway. Oh, and let’s not forget the countless reconstruction surgeries (hindsight).

I had to stop taking the pill for one surgery. When I was cleared to go back on it, it was brutal. However, that little white pill protected me. At first my doctor said something about five years. I’m like I got this. After those five years, the doctor said 10 years would be ideal, but two more years is the same as 10. I was on board, although my body ached.

Because I work out, I’m in pretty good shape. If people don’t know your circumstances, they automatically assume. My one-liner: ‘I only look this way.’ Estrogen is needed for a lot of things – hair growth (I was blessed with natural curly, fine hair.), protecting your heart (I now have a leaky valve.) and my bones including my feet ache daily, ouch.

Backstory: One time it got so bad that I brought my daughter to my oncology appointment for support. I was going to tell my oncologist that I was done taking that pill. I did. And then I heard Spirit clearly: ‘Seven is as good as 10.’ Dammit!

But I’m still alive! I love food and music! And more importantly, I love my family. I have two fabulous grandchildren who definitely have me wrapped around their fingers.

I joked (I have a sense of humor.) with my bestie from my home state: ‘I’ll be having estrogen flowing in my veins again.’ She chuckled and reminded me: ‘You’re old.’ We laughed. I said: ‘Something more is better than near nothing.’

When you’re going through it, remember: Everything is in Divine Order.

I am thankful and grateful for the people who supported me on my journey.

Blessings of Peace and Love!

P.S. I only made it to the gym twice this week. I’m still pushing through.