A few weeks ago I took part in a study at a London university which was examining cognitive function and psychological health in women with a breast cancer diagnosis. I spent 3 hours in a room in the basement answering questions and attempting difficult tasks on a computer while wearing an EEG cap to measure the activity in my brain. It was quite fascinating and I'm dying to know what they found over the course of the study. They were researching 60 women with a diagnosis and a control group of other women of a similar age and education level. Although I feel as though my cognitive abilities are definitely coming back (no more 'chemo brain'!) I'm still finding that I get frustrated with myself more easily when I get things wrong, or struggle to find my words. I suspect that is what they found when they analysed my brain. When I got things wrong that I felt I ought to have got right, I became so frustrated with myself that it affected my ability to get the next few things right too. I definitely came away feeling as though I should be a little less harsh on myself.
Wearing my EEG cap like a muppet
I've also been doing a 7-week course at the new Maggie's Centre in the grounds of St Bart's hospital, called 'Where Now?'. Designed for people who have finished their active treatment for cancer, it's perfect timing for me to be getting help and advice on getting back into the swing of things and coping with the after effects of treatment. There are 12 of us in the group, of mixed ages and cancer types (I'm the youngest) and we meet every Wednesday from 12-3pm. We start in the hospital gym and do an hour's worth of circuit training, with the wonderful physio, Claus, ensuring that our activity is tailored to our abilities. Then we have an hour's talk on a different topic each week (the first week was nutrition, the second exercise, and coming up are stress management and other useful topics) and then we have lunch together. So far I'm finding it really useful, and the Maggie's building is such a calm, beautiful haven. Anyone can go in there at any time, make a cup of tea, and talk to some of the specialist staff there.
Inside Maggie's
I'm doing plenty of exercise and making sure I do lots of active minutes each day. Regular exercise which increases the heart rate significantly (160 minutes a week) has been proven to reduce the changes of the cancer coming back by 40%. This is significant enough for me to be fully prioritising working out! Over treatment I put on 10kg (a stone and a half in old money) and I've already lost a third of this already. It's slow going but I'm making sure I'm still feeding my body plenty of nutrients to aid its recovery. I'm eating lots of leafy veg and eating oily fish to help my bones. I've bought a 'Nutri Ninja' and I've been making delicious smoothies, including many green ones. Getting all my vitamins and minerals!
A beetroot smoothie
I've also had continuing appointments, so although I'm done with active treatment, I'm still a regular at St Bart's. I have a few Herceptin injections left and I'm on the Zoladex indefinitely. I try to ensure as many of my appointments are on a Wednesday as possible, and I keep my fingers crossed that the clinics are all running to time. Sometimes I have to wait hours for my medicines to arrive from the pharmacy. I kind of didn't mind the wait when I was having chemo, but now I'm only getting injections I'm keen to be in and out as quickly as possible. Everyone's so lovely there, though, and most of the nurses know me by now, so there is quite a jovial atmosphere and I'm always happy to see familiar faces. Over the last couple of weeks I've also had my regular echocardiogram test, to ensure my heart is still working well despite the Herceptin; a DEXA bone scan to see how my bone density is now that I'm being forced into the menopause; my regular oncology appointment; and I've also had to go to the dentist to get some work done (it never rains but it pours!). I've also had a follow-up with my GP too, it's one thing after another! But I feel as though I'm in safe hands, and it's nice to be easing myself out of treatment rather than disappearing suddenly. My GP has referred me to a sleep clinic as I'm struggling with my sleep at the moment, and this is affecting my daily life. I'm not having any problems falling asleep at the beginning of the night, but I'm waking up 4-5 times each night and I'm struggling to get back to sleep. Hopefully they will be able to help a bit.
NHS chic
During treatment I couldn't go swimming because my neutrophils were low and I was at high risk of sepsis, but now my immune system is doing much better I've started to go swimming in the mornings again. I go to a lovely pool in Kentish Town, near where I work. It's a Grade II listed building and was a public baths back in the Victorian era. Built in 1898 it was where working class people (who didn't have washing facilities at home) used to come and do their laundry, and wash themselves. Now it's been completely restored and I enjoy a tranquil swim under the sunlight-filled roof before work.
One of the other risks my surgery brought about was that of lymphoedema, which is a permanent swelling of the arm and hand on your surgery side. Basically our bodies have a lymphatic system which is constantly moving lymphatic fluid around all the time, and as I had some lymph nodes removed from under my right armpit during surgery, my lymphatic system is now compromised, so the risk of localised fluid retention and tissue swelling in my right arm has increased. I only had 2 nodes removed, in order for them to check whether or not the cancer had spread, and as they were fine, I didn't have any more removed (some people have them all removed, putting them at a much higher risk), so I didn't think it was likely. I have been diligently doing the exercises given to me post-surgery in order to keep my lymph system going as well as possible. However, last weekend was a very hot weekend by the UK's standards (highs of 29 degrees!) and unfortunately on Sunday my right hand started to swell.
Fat right hand
The swelling remained for a few days so I called my Breast Care Nurse (everyone has a dedicated nurse they can call at any time) and she advised me to pop into the clinic to see her. She measured the circumference of my arm and hand at various points between my knuckle and my upper arm, and at all the points, my right arm was a centimetre wider! But they're still not 100% sure it's lymphoedema, so she's referred me to the specialist clinic. She's also ordered me a compression sleeve and glove for my right arm and hand, which I should wear to encourage the circulation of my lymph fluid. Strangely I'm finding this quite upsetting, even though I suppose in the grand scheme of things it's nothing! But I can see it all the time and it's a constant reminder of the changes my body has been going through. Fingers crossed it's just the heat and it will go down a bit when the weather cools.
[A few days later]
The hand swelling has gone down quite a lot! It's not quite the same as the left hand but it's no longer quite so fat and sore. Hurrah!
I'd better sign off for now, as this is getting very long. Will do another update soon.
