|The Yin and Yang of Breast Cancer
By Val Lucier
Sobering research reveals: Every person has cancer cells in the body. These cancer cells do not show up in the standard tests until they have multiplied to
a few billion times. When doctors tell cancer patients that there are no more cancer cells in their bodies after treatment, it just means the tests are unable
to detect the cancer cells because they have not reached the detectable size. Cancer cells occur between 6 to more than 10 times in a person's lifetime.
When the person's immune system is strong the cancer cells will be destroyed and prevented from multiplying and forming tumors. When a person has
cancer it indicates the person has multiple nutritional deficiencies. These could be due to genetic, environmental, food and lifestyle factors.
These sobering facts should serve as a warning to all of us. We should take good care of our body, be forever vigilant for telltale signs and seek medical
help early. We are all in cancer’s crosshairs, but for the grace of God anyone can be its victim at any time. I became one of the chosen ones at 72 years
My name is Val, it doesn’t stand for Valerie (YIN), it stands for Valmore, (YANG). I am now a 74-year-old male breast cancer survivor. It is estimated that
each year 200,000 women and 2000 men get breast cancer in the United States alone. Women have a better survival rate than men because women
tend to detect their cancers very early (stage I and II) when the cancer is very small usually the size of a grain of rice (5mm). My cancer was 4 cm (1.5
inches) in size and I already was at stage III b. You want to avoid stage IV at all cost.
In April of 2007 I discovered that I had breast cancer. I know. Men don’t get breast cancer. Wrong! We do. The good news is that few of us do. The
bad news according to American Cancer Society is that it’s on the increase. Annually, men account for less than 1% of all breast cancers in the U.S. 10
men in a million get the more rare form of Paget’s Breast Nipple cancer. The projection is the disease will kill 450 or more than 20% of them.
A University Of Cincinnati study reveals that there has been improvement over the last 30 years in female breast cancer survival rates, but male survival
rates have remained the same. So it appears that it’s up to men to detect their cancers early to improve their survival rate. Men may have to insist on
having tests like mammograms when they suspect an irregularity.
Women usually detect their cancers thru self and regular exams and detect them within 3 months when the tumors are usually very small. On the other
hand men tend to go a year to 18 months before detection of theirs and their tumors are usually much larger. Again pointing out the importance of
Since there are so few male breast cancer patients it is very hard to conduct meaningful male breast cancer studies and there is little data to go on for
specific male breast cancer treatment. Some oncologists have never treated male breast cancer and many more have treated only one male. As a result
male breast cancer is treated very much like female breast cancer. The American Cancer Society concedes that we need to learn much more about male
breast cancer and how men respond to various treatments in order to improve the diagnosis and the therapy for men who have this disease. For now
men are subjected to the same treatment protocol as women, namely surgery followed by chemotherapy and then radiation. Following radiation they
then receive target treatment followed by hormonal treatment and the usual follow-up monitoring. In some instances radiation needs to precede
Little did I know back in April 2007 what I was in for when I discovered my cancer. My journey began in June when I had a right breast mastectomy and
22 lymph nodes removed by an outstanding surgeon, Dr David Bimston. By August I had embarked on my long cancer treatment under the direction of
my oncologist Dr. Francisco Belette and his Chemo Café Staff, a journey that would last some 18 months consisting of four cycles of Adriamycin and
Cytoxin chemo cocktails. That was followed by 30 consecutive radiation treatments under the supervision of Dr. Abdon Modina followed up with another
12 months of Herceptin target treatment again with Dr. Belette and is now being wrapped up with 5 years of Femara hormone treatment.
They say cancer is not for sissies and couch potatoes. I can attest to that. During my 18 months of treatment I had 135 medical appointments. I spent
more time in my car than I did in bed. I think that’s a medical community’s strategy to help keep us busy and our mind off our troubles. Sissy or not I
assure you one cannot get through this affliction without support of family, friends and the whole medical support community. I was blessed to be carried
through this illness by my wife Doris and my son Ron. Many are not so fortunate as I was. For that I am grateful.
I am now cancer free. After putting my life on hold for 2 years I’ve picked up where I left off. Last month I went up on my roof and power washed it. It
felt real good to put a check mark on my old “to do list”.
Buddha said, “don’t worry about the future because you will never live in it. All you have is the present and you should make good use of it.” I think that’
s good advice so I’m moving ahead and I’m not bothering to look back at the past. I’m not wasting my time worrying about something I have no control
over. What will be will be. In the mean time I’m going to make the best of the rest of my life one moment at a time. You should do the same whether or
not you dodged the cancer bullet.
I would be delighted to support you in having the 3rd week in October declared Male Breast Cancer Awareness Week. I am very proud to say that Buddy
Check 9 has reported several stories on Male Breast Cancer since we began 16-years ago.
Our first story was tied to a segment of the CBS sitcom “Love & War” in which actor Jay Thomas thought his character had breast cancer. That was in
1993. I’ve profiled at least 5-more stories featuring area male survivors including former Senator Edward Brooke and Walt Smith. In May of this year, I
featured Walt’s story. He’s a local actor who appeared in the John Adams mini series.
In 2008, I told you about Eric Hansen. Eric’s profile can also be found on the Buddy Check 9 webpage. In fact, Eric is fighting a recurrence of the cancer
we first told viewers about last year. I know Eric, who has been very active with the American Cancer Society in Poolesville, MD, would be on board with
your effort as well.
I have made it my business to make men aware of their breast cancer risks, but we know this is a message to men and women that must be repeated
over and over and over again. Count on me in helping you making a difference for men and women at risk for breast cancer.
Andrea Roane, 11-03-09
I had MBC back in Aug 2007, a full mastectomy followed by 6 months chemo then 3 weeks radiotherapy. I'm now on Tamoxifen, where I have been
experiencing mood swings and depression. I wondered If anyone else on the same Med's are experiencing the same affects. I would be more than happy
to lend my support for the awareness week, especially if it was a global event,ie. this side of the pond too. I live on the east coast of England. There are
only 200 -300 cases of MBC in the UK each year, whereas 40,000 women are affected.
I just wanted to thank you and tell you that I am very sorry about the loss of your husband. I read about you and your mission in the Gazette
Newspaper, and totally agree with you and the message you are getting out there. I'm a 5 year breast cancer survivor, with a very large family history
from both sides, but one thing that made that made the doctor's stand up and comment upon was the fact that my mother's uncle had breast cancer
(my mother also). He found a lump when he was drying off after swimming, and got it checked right away. Because of my family being so vocal about
their diagnosis', I was prepared for mine, but most people aren't aware that something like 90% of breast cancer are not genetically caused. So go ahead
and let the world know that anyone can get it, and they need to do the self exams, it can save your life, it did mine.
My Journey by Tim Connelly
In the early summer of 2006 I was awakened in the middle of the night with a burning sensation on the left side of my chest. My first thought was that I
had been bitten by a spider or tick while playing golf, so I went back to sleep. A few weeks went by and my left breast was still sore. I tried not using
deodorant to see if it would go away. I thought maybe I had picked up an allergy—one of the many nuisances that come with age. I didn't have any
luck with that treatment plan. In June while on a short trip to Harper’s Ferry with my wife, I can remember my seat belt hitting my breast and sending
pain up and down my entire left side while undoing it. At that time I made a decision to see my doctor. A week or so later I made an appointment with
my doctor for my yearly physical. I was told I would not be able to have an appointment until August because he was on vacation. Because of my
relationship with him over the years and the fact that I really didn’t see this as an emergency, I didn’t feel the need to schedule with another doctor. (You
know us guys can tough things out and there was no constant pain—just a little discomfort) So, I waited until August and that’s when my life became
Alas, my journey begins as I’m sitting on the exam room table with my doctor looking at his blackberry trying to determine if any of the medications I was
currently taking could have been responsible for the lump in my breast. He looked up and said, “I’m going to send you for a mammogram just to be
sure.” I laughed and asked if guys can get a mammogram. He handed me my referral and wished me good luck. That night I showed the referral to my
wife and she asked me what this was for, so I explained the whole story to her. I was very happy when she agreed to go with me to have the
mammogram done. I really would have felt uncomfortable about the possibility of being the only man having one done on the day of my appointment.
When we got there, I filled out the necessary paperwork and sat down in the waiting area thinking this would be the end and that nothing would become
of the test. Anyway, I had the mammogram and was told to return to the waiting area. Shortly afterwards the doctor came out and said something
looked suspicious and I would need to have a sonogram. I had the sonogram two days later and the word I’ve grown to hate came up for the first time:
“biopsy.” Two days after the biopsy the results came back that I’d tested positive for cancer.
With the results of the biopsy, the doctor began to talk about surgery which sparked lots of questions. Where would I go and who would perform the
procedure? Should I stay in Annapolis or go to a major hospital like Johns Hopkins in Baltimore? My wife and I decided to go to Johns Hopkins. I really
leaned on my wife, DeDe, to help me make these decisions. I didn’t want to think about having breast cancer let alone deal with the many important
factors that came into play. Surgery was something I had never experienced before and I was a little paranoid about having my body cut open. We went
to Hopkins and consulted with the surgeon. She wanted to do the surgery in a week and at first I said yes and explained to her I would be traveling to Las
Vegas the week following the surgery. She vehemently discouraged this idea and thought it best to reschedule the week we returned. I’m sure glad I
took her advice because I didn’t have a clue what I was in for.
After surgery I spent two weeks at home in my chair trying not to move much. Did you know they glue and tape you back together these days?!! I was
afraid the tape was going to come undone and my inner would leak out. Two weeks after the surgery I was back at the hospital to see my surgeon. She
looked at the incision and asked how far I could move my arm, so I lifted it to about the nine o’clock position. She frowned and asked me to do it again
and as I did, she grabbed my hand and physically moved it to about the twelve o’clock position. Tears came to my eyes as the doctor and I stood eye-to-
eye and she exclaimed, “Hurts doesn’t it.” I asked for my arm back and promised to exercise it everyday and I have kept my promise.
My wife was great through the whole process. When I would sit in my chair at night she would open the mail and read me all the greeting cards friends
sent. She taped them to the book shelves around the TV so I could see all the people who cared and were praying for me. Father Joe, our pastor, came
to visit before my surgery. I remember him explaining how delicate and precious life is and that you don’t really know and understand this until life is in
peril. I think about his words often. Many friends and family members would come to visit while I lay in my chair recovering. Oftentimes I would fall asleep
during their visits; yet, it was a genuine comfort to have them there. I could still feel their presence while I slept, which would sometimes make me smile.
Several weeks after the surgery my chemotherapy sessions began. I had started back to work by then, so the office manger put a sleeping cot in my
office to ensure I could take a nap every afternoon. The effect of chemo limited the hours I could work; so I would come as early as I could then leave
once I ran out of energy. My food changed flavors too. Steaks had a flat taste and vegetables, such as asparagus and baked potatoes with butter, had a
wonderful flavor. I acquired a taste for chocolate brownies with ice cream and chocolate fudge on top.
Chemo was really hard for me. Treatments were scheduled every two weeks, so just when I thought I was returning to my normal self it was time for
another session. The constant drain on my strength really wore me out. I really needed all the help I could get at this time. DeDe and I would pray
together every night. My friends at work would pray with me. I was reminded of the picture of foot prints in the sand. I never felt like I was walking this
path alone. Jesus was there with me picking me up and carrying me as I needed. My wife, daughters, family and co-workers were constantly with me to
do what was needed for me to finish my journey. Also The Mid Atlantic Support Center and all the doctors and nurses at Johns Hopkins aided in my
comfort for His journey. This is a rough road to travel and not an easy path—nearly impossible—to walk alone.
I thank God today for my journey, for it is in times of stress and pain that we grow. I am a two-year survivor and I look at life with a new pair of eyes. My
message to everyone is to take one day at a time, take time to hear the birds sing, the children play, and smell the flowers. Life is beautiful; enjoy the
good with the bad. It truly is in hard times that we grow. I wish you all good health in mind, body and soul.
Tim Connelly, 10-07-09
I have been waiting for this moment for more than three years. I did my Master's thesis on Male Breast Cancer and made awareness to a great deal of
people. I've spoken with some health care workers and also interviewed a survivor (who is also a good friend of mine). I would love to give as much help as
i can to support the Male Breast Cancer Awareness cause.
We are happy to be a part of your effort. My Mom battled breast cancer last year and I am happy to report she is cancer free. This is mainly due to
awareness and the fact that it was caught early. I am confident that your hard work and effort will afford many males this opportunity in the future.
Cathy - I'm sorry to hear about your husband and would be pleased if you included a link to my site on yours. It was actually slapped up rather quickly
and was cannibalized from a site I was using to track my fitness goals before I was diagnosed with my own cancer. It became a way to update family and
friends about my diagnosis, treatment, and progress. It also will eventually be the basis for a book or a series of articles (I'm a writer by profession).
D Allen Crowley (Dr Zombie), 07-31-09 Follow Dr Z's ongoing story of life with Male Breast Cancer
I was so sorry to read of your husbands passing. The last I'd heard his prognosis was good so it came as quite a surprise to me. Somehow his courage
has given me strength despite never having actually met him. I think that perhaps in this way he lives on.
I thought I should mention that you have an advocate on the radio here in the San Francisco Bay Area named Dr. Dean Edell. It was he who first made
me aware of male breast cancer through his daily talk show at least 15 years ago on KGO AM 810. He also pointed out regularly the horrible disparity
between how women and men are treated regarding this disease. I remember one time he pointed out the endless parade of walks, events, research
funding and so on all lavishly draped in pink and featuring women, ignoring the fact that men get breast cancer too. You can listen live by going to the
KGO 810 website and stream it from there between 1 and 2 pm Pacific time.
Well, thanks for the pin's and remember, we're all in this together
I just read your page and wanted to extend my condolences to you on the passing of your husband. One of my husband's brothers passed away from
brain cancer when he was 32 and since then many others have passed from cancer.
Right now my friends that I grew up with and I are waiting to hear of the passing of our best friend from breast cancer, which is now everywhere,
including her brain.
I'm sorry to be dumping on you, we haven't even met, but the tears I am shedding are for all the ones we have loved and lost.
Thank you for continuing to work with the men and women so that this awful disease may be stopped in its tracks.
God bless you and keep you strong.
"I am a cancer survivor.
My story is about Attitude.
To me, live strong means To make every minute of life count. It is a gift from God!
I've worn the yellow wristband because There is great strength knowing you're not alone!
"My name is Arthur Watkins and I am a 43 year old male that was diagnosed with Stage 2 Breast Cancer in April of 2005. I felt the lump in my right
breast, adjacent to the nipple, on April Fool's Day. The first doctor I went to see told me not to worry about it, that nothing about it disturbed him. I then
went to my primary care physician. His response was that any lump belonged in a bottle and he immediately sent me for a diagnostic mammogram and
biopsy. The results came back positive for cancer and it showed two tumors in my breast. Then came the CT Scans, the Bone Scans, and endless blood
work. I had the surgery to remove my right breast just 20 days after finding the lump. They also removed 29 lymph nodes of which two had cancer.
Since then I have had 6 months of chemotherapy and 6 weeks of radiation treatments. I recently had the left breast removed as a precaution. I will have
to be on hormone therapy for the next five years. My original CT Scan showed two nodules on my thyroid. So despite having to deal with Breast
Cancer, I now had the possibility of Thyroid Cancer. I had scans of that and underwent a biopsy of the thyroid. The biopsy came back inconclusive. The
doctors are keeping an eye on it and I may have to have it removed at a later date. My sister, who is a Thyroid Cancer Survivor herself, told me early on
to take things one step at a time. If I tried to deal with everything at once it would overwhelm me. And a lot is thrown at you at once. My sister also has
always had a survivors attitude that I tried to live by. I grew up in an age where a diagnosis of cancer was a death sentence. Thank God that is not the
case anymore. Both my wife and sister are nurses. So I am lucky in that respect. My surgeon himself was a cancer survivor of Lymphoma and was a
great help and inspiration to me because he knew what I was going through. I had world class doctors and nurses. As important as that is the main thing
for me is an unshakable faith in God. Doubt will come into your mind. There are days when a battle is waging in your mind. You just can't let doubt take
root in your heart! I was a Christian before my cancer. I am a stronger one now! Hear this. Cancer is not a gift from God. It is evil! It is straight from
the bowels of hell itself! Imagine a murderer trying to get into your home at night to kill you. That is what cancer is! And that's the attitude you have to
take with it.
I am doing well. So far, all tests keep coming back normal. I did have genetic testing for the BRCA1 & BRCA2 genes. I don't have the first but I do have
Arthur Watkins, 11-08-08
In a month filled with charity walks, pink-ribboned merchandise and public awareness campaigns, I want to remind people of a commonly overlooked fact
-- men get breast cancer, too. In March 2007 I learned what it meant to have the 'C-bomb.' But being told the knot in my chest was early-stage breast
cancer tapped into more than just my fears. I was ashamed to tell anybody. It made you feel less than masculine, I guess, most men think they're going
to get prostate cancer. As of today (11-05-08) I'm feeling well. I'm down to once every 6 months for my checkups and my oncologist says I am doing
great. I finished my chemo in August 2007 and I'm finally starting to feel better. I still have problems with lymphedema in my right arm and receive
weekly treatments for it. The hair on top of my head barely came back and my mustache, which used to be nice, refuses to grow at all but that's OK.
I'm getting ready to start taking Tamoxifen again and hoping that I won't have problems with it this time. I continue to credit my wife for getting me
through this, I couldn't have done it without her. I am so sorry for your loss. Your website is great and I'm glad you have chosen to continue this
project. Please keep me informed about your awareness and fund raising events."
Charles "Doc" B. 11-05-08
"My FATHER had breast cancer back in the late 1960's and had a radical mastectomy (this is what they did back then!) He never had another bout with
breast cancer but died in 2002 (age 90) from metastatic colon cancer. My mother then had colon cancer in 2003 and had a complete resection of her
colon at the age of 90. She had a difficult recovery but she did come back from it only to die of a fall and broken hip in 2007. (Age 95). I know my
parents lived a long life but that doesn't mean I miss them any less. My aunt (mother's sister) died from breast cancer in the mid 1960's. Anyway, to
make a short story long.....I would love to have one of these MALE buttons in remembrance of my dad."
Thanks and best wishes, Diane
"I had a double mastectomy last year. It is awful what men go through. We are definitely not treated the same as females."
"My sister began with a rare form of breast cancer called Inflammatory Breast Cancer and she battled it well for 3 1/2 years, but the cancer has spread to
her spine, head, shoulders and so on. She is only 50 and has been through heck and back. We do need to find a cure now!!"
"I am so glad someone else is trying to get the word out to the men of this world to examine themselves and not be afraid or too manly to go to the
Thank you again and God Bless. George (George's story on YouTube)
"I was surprised to learn that men also get breast cancer. It's a great idea to spread the word."
"I just wanted to say thanks for posting your husband's story. My dad (51 y.o.) had a modified radical mastectomy on 10-8-07. The surgeon says he is
stage 3, but we haven't gone to the oncologist yet. He has had 15 lymph nodes removed so far, all were malignant. He has Invasive Ductal Carcinoma."
"I was diagnosed Oct 11th, 2006. Male Breast Cancer, lost everything I had fighting this and a year later still paying in one form or another. Lost my
house could barely feed my family. So I'm going to pray for you and your family."
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|Arthur before and after
|My grandfather had breast cancer years ago and it was caught before it did him any harm. I'm very sorry to hear about your husband! I'm happy and
proud to wear this bracelet and when people ask about the blue crystal (even if they don't ask) I will make sure to explain what it is for. Thank you so
much for your wonderful work and beautiful craftsmanship. Right now my mom has breast cancer and she is doing well, she has one more chemo left,
then surgery, then radiation and right now they are having problems finding the lump or the lymph node so I am very positive that she will be fine.
Thanks again for what you do, I will be sure to buy from you again.
Thanks Cynthia, 11-05-10
I just found this sight and I'm very grateful that I did! My dad was diagnosed with breast cancer in August of this year. Like so many others, we never
realized that men could get breast cancer! He had surgery to remove the lump in his right breast. They also found cancer in 9 out of 17 lymph nodes.
He has stage III breast cancer. He had his first of eight chemo cycles a week ago today. So glad to find out that there are so many advocates for male
breast cancer! Thank you!
|By Andrew Dubois
Somewhere around my 55th birthday, I succumbed to old fart-edness. My joints ached and climbing stairs made me breathless. I was fending off
questions regarding my prostrate and colon. I shuffled along for a couple of years, when pneumonia landed me in the hospital for four days. Before this, I
had not had even an aspirin in three years. I didn't even have a primary care physician. Denial isn't just a river in Africa.
This June, Marina, my wife of 36 years, noticed that one of my nipples was an "inny" (inverted). I dismissed it, figuring that I had slept on it funny. Messing
around with it, trying to pop it out, I felt a small lump. Ain’t getting old fun?
July rolls around and my lungs are filling up and I am having trouble breathing. Assuming, it was another episode of pneumonia, I sought out my
daughter's PCP, Dr Kohler. She read me the riot act for evading her last year. To mollify her, I made appointments for blood work and a physical. In the
last few minutes of the physical, almost as an aside, I revealed the "inny" and the lump behind it. That was July 15th. A mammogram was scheduled for
the next day. The results of the mammogram led to a biopsy
I was curious but not concerned. I missed the call from Dr. Kohler on Thursday evening regarding the biopsy and we played phone tag Friday morning.
Finally about 1 PM, we connected and I was informed that I had breast cancer. I was 58 years old.
I persuaded Dr. Kohler to schedule me an appointment with a breast surgeon and twenty minutes later I had an appointment. All this drama with me in
my work van, stuck in Boston get-away traffic. It sounds kind of dry five months later, but at the time I could barely talk. I was terrified.
I sought refuge with my friends and family, but I still could barely say the word cancer. The following Monday, my life changed forever as I became
enmeshed in the world of medicine and hospitals. CT scan, PET scan, MUGA scan and another biopsy. Thursday, I had to myself and Friday morning,
July 31st, I underwent a radical mastectomy to remove Stage II B breast cancer.
I can’t say much about the surgery. I was out for most of the morning. I came to in a bed with people fussing over me. No real fuzziness, no pain, just
tightness in my upper right chest and arm pit. I felt pretty darn well considering. At the time, I assumed there was local anesthetic at work here. Five
months down the road it is still kind of numb. Is this the new me? Shrug.
The mastectomy lacks the importance for me that I suspect it does for women. I miss the lymph glands more from a purely practical stance. I would miss
a finger or a toe worse than my right breast. I am deeply appreciative however, that breast cancer is of such importance to so many people that it is well
researched and the survival rate is high, if the cancer is caught early enough, as it was with me.
I was out of the hospital Sunday morning feeling surprisingly healthy considering the shape I had been in pre-op. I was considered to be at minimal risk
because my lungs were so wheezy. Whilst being breathed for, the breather guy sucked about a liter of crud from my lungs. I was breathing better post-
op than I had been going in. And there was no pain! The numbness is still there.
There was nearly a month of healing between the mastectomy and the first chemo. I was to be given ACT chemo-therapy which is a fairly standard
prescription in early detection? Or not? I am getting a fairly rigorous approach to breast cancer. Fine, kill it dead, dead and dead some more.
The AC part of the chemo was actually fun. Just some gas and nausea. When stuff tasted funny, I tried different foods. I ate like a hog. Oh, I'm using
the patch to quit smoking during all this stuff too, by the way. The shots and the meds and the treatments. Everything combined and I was having the
time of my life. I suppose it was some sort of variant of the Stockholm syndrome. I was hanging with some fine people, learning all kinds of neat stuff. I
was dressing in shorts and flowered shirts, no socks. Once I got over the cancer thing, I was having and still having, by the way, a fine old time. To prove
a point, I returned to work just 8 weeks after being diagnosed.
Then came Taxol. Taxol was hyped to me by my Oncologist as even easier than AC chemo. She just plain lied to me. Taxol itself is no big deal, just
general weakness and fatigue. The pain comes from when your body fights its way clear of the poison and starts a crash program to restore depleted
white blood cells. Two treatments and a month into Taxol, I was getting a little strung out by the pain. Driving seemed to aggravate the condition and
that is what I do. Had you been riding shotgun, you would have thought I had Tourettes syndrome. As well, I couldn't use Percocet and drive. An
accident under these conditions and I'd be screwed.
I decided to go back onto short term disability on December 4th 2009. Once I made contact with the right lady, it was smooth sailing with the claim.
Turns out we share the same birthday.
I have one more Taxol to go. Then a few weeks hiatus, while my body gains strength. Then comes radiation. A month's worth. My eyes glazed over
back in September when it was all laid out for me. You would think that I would have paid more attention, but I didn't. I am not going to sweat it. What
ever the doctors want is fine with me. I am a newbie. Happy Holidays, Andy 10-22-09
|The love of my life had male breast cancer, stage III. He had pre-operative chemo, then a double mastectomy with 20 lymph nodes removed as well. Of
those 5 were cancerous. He then underwent weekly chemotherapy. He couldn't keep his white count up and before we realized it, he contacted a fungal
infection. This all proved more than his body could handle and became septic. He passed away 5 months ago, and not a day goes by that i am not
remembered of his battle with this disease. I pray that someday no one will have to endure the pain that we who are left behind must endure.
Beverly M, 10-01-11
|Male Breast Cancer Awareness
|My father died of breast CA in 1982; I am a breast CA survivor. I am very interested in educating the public about MBC. I was not aware of a movement
to establish a week in October dedicated to MBC. I will be glad to learn about opportunities to promote this in 2012. I mentioned my father died from MBC
in 1982. My observation is that little has changed in the 30 intervening years since then in terms of the public in general and men specifically re: men get
breast cancer too. Not only that but few realize MBC can be passed to his female relatives. I have first hand expertise!; Just thought I'd mention it.
Pat B, 02-13-12