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A celebration/remembrance of my gynecologist telling me I have vulvar cancer, 1 year ago today.

Migraine Misery

I wrote this for a forum I belong to on May 10, 2007. I know a lot of other people have migraines and thought it might be worth sharing here as well.

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Last night I had a migraine. It's not the first, but it was the worst one in about 3 years. After tearing my apartment apart, I realized I was out of Relpax.

There are many types of migraines. Last night I had the worst kind for me, the one that hits you right between the eyes like a baseball bat, then throbs, and pulsates; and like a spidery hand reaches back over your skull.

The other type of migraine, the kind I can sometimes ride out with home remedies or prescription meds is the one that feels like my brain stem is throbbing.

When I was in grad school a friend gave me a great home remedy for migraines Coca~Cola and aspirin. Not Pepsi not Advil, don't know why it works but it does. I think it has something to do with the vasoconstrictors.

Anyway, from about 8:30 PM until maybe 2 AM I was in absolute abject misery complete with intense nausea. Finally vomited around 2 :15 AM and it was so horrifically intense I woke my upstairs neighbor. I know it's gross but I swear I threw up food from last week, I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head and almost 12 hours later I still have a sore throat from wretching. I feel better now but am still kinda weak.
Tuesday January 27, 2009 - 01:24am (EST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments
The reason I seem bitter lately . . .

Originally written: 10-28-2007 at 5:39 AM

The reason I seem bitter lately, is it seems like the whole world is falling in love or already in a great committed relationship except for me. That's right I'm feeling jealous; more than that I'm angry; because I deserve some happiness too. It's my turn damn it! I realized a long time ago that I was not perfect. That I needed to work on me inside and outside. I have read dozens of books, (not on dating those all seem to be kinda stupid IMHO). Plus they contradict themselves. I have read and practiced the exercises in self-help books, I've done inner-reflection, gratitude journals, meditation, Sunday School, positive principles, donated time at a soup kitchen, laughter therapy, yoga, positive self-talk, joined a bowling league, taken kickboxing lessons (I really enjoyed that), joined the YMCA (I love to swim), gone on prayer walks, and psychotherapy. If they were still doing EST I probably would have tried that too.

Dating is often referred to as a game, and it is. The problem is my favorite game growing up was Parcheesi. The current Dating Game is more like World of Warcraft! This is a problem for me. The last video game I was any good at was Donkey Kong and I don't think I ever got past the 4th level on that. Currently I am pretty decent at Bejewled2. So you can see how I may be limited for the dating world as it is today.

Why does it seem like no matter what I do I feel like I have to change the essence of my being in order to find a man who will accept and love me?

The weird thing is, people have always loved me. Happy, smart, kind, ethical, couch potatoes, funny, eccentric, athletic, musical, creative, philosophical people tend to gravitate towards me. Which is fine, I love all types of people. I pretty much get along with everyone.

So what's my problem? I think the problem lies with the fact that I am not stereotypically black. I am not a homegirl or a fly girl. I am not a hip swinging, gum cracking, gangsta/thug loving, Timberland boot wearing female. I LOVE classic Rock; hate rap and hip-hop. I love to dance; but have no rhythm, I am a great cook, I love to cook. My specialty is Italian food; but I can't make fried chicken. That's right, I am a black woman who can't fry chicken. The breading never sticks and it's always pinky-red near the bone.

I've tried being more ethnic and it's light years out of my comfort zone. Worse, people black and white laugh at me. Not something I want to try again. I have finally reached that stage of my life where I like who I am, how I talk and the music I listen to, I make no apologies for any of it. Why, must I be pigeon-holed? I know that people listen to me talk, look at my stance, my clothes, and assume that I'm some pretentious snob. That I've never had to do with out or clip coupons and that just isn't true.

I like nice things, that's how my parents bought me up. So if you come to my home please don't be put off by the Mercedes in the garage (it's moms, not mine) or the fact my my closet looks like the Day After Christmas Sale @ Saks 5th Ave.
I am not opposed to a glass of white wine with dinner occassionally. I do not gamble or smoke, and do not like to be around smoke of any kind. (I'm asthmatic) I haven't touched an illegal substance since I was 20. All I did back then was smoke pot at parties sometimes, and I never purchased it.

I am college educated and I've always done well in every job I've ever had. I am the consummate team player and an excellent manager.

So what's the deal? When will I meet a good man. A man who will love me flaws and all; and accept me rather than being repulsed by me, or worse thinking he needs to beat me down emotionally and break my spirit?

For chrissakes, I'm a cancer survivor!

How many more years of my life will I spend being misunderstood and alone?
Wednesday July 9, 2008 - 09:02pm (EDT) Permanent Link | 0 Comments
Entry for February 17, 2007

Today, February 17, 2007 is the one year anniversary of the phone call.

I will never forget it. I was sitting in the food court of the Oxford Valley Mall eating sesame green beans and chicken with broccoli on white rice when my gynecologist called me.

He told me I had vulvar cancer and would need surgery as soon as possible.

Most people would have gone to pieces right on the spot. But I am a Jersey Girl...we don't operate that way. The best and safest place I could have been at that moment was at the mall. I lost my appetite, but did manage to call my mom and let her know the diagnosis. We had been awaiting test results for two weeks so hearing something, anything was a bit of a relief.

I left the food court bought PowerBall tickets, bought birthday gifts for my then 5 yr old cousin and purchased some stuff for myself at Lane Bryant. Then I went home.

The following is a copy of my profile from the American Cancer Society which I wrote about a year ago.

How and when did you learn about your cancer?

When did I personally discover the area which I would later learn was the cancer site? Okay...this is quite embarrassing! Thank God my mother doesn’t have e-mail! I was masturbating during phone sex with a new beau. I felt something different down there and upon completion I looked at the area with a mirror and saw a small round white spot. Since I am a Black woman I knew there was not supposed to be anything white down there; unless it was attached to a very handsome man ;-) I called my gynecologist the next day. He examined me two days later and said it was just a wart but also scheduled me for a vulvar biopsy in a week just to be safe. Note: Always ‘google’ the procedure rather than the diagnosis. I wasted a week googling genital & vaginal warts. I should have been googling vulvar biopsy and I would have been better prepared. My vulvar biopsy was done under a light local anesthetic took & about 20-30 minutes. It hurt like hell! I heard the doc repeatedly asking the nurse for silver nitrate. I asked what that was for and he said to stop the bleeding. Not a good sign. After the biopsy my gynecologist told me it was definitely NOT: a wart, a Bartholin cyst, Bartholin Abscess, nor was it an infected hair follicle. All of which I had suggested. During the procedure I heard a serious sounding ‘hmm’ from my gyn. He said “it” was hard like cement and he had to chip away at it to do the biopsy. The biopsy was on 2/3/06; on 2/10/06 I went to his office for the biopsy results. My gynecologist said he considered the results to be inconclusive & planned to call the pathologist that day to have him re-check the slides. WTF!?!?!? The only thing the pathologist had written was 'squamous mucosa verruca' and the dimensions of the biopsy samples. My doctor explained this diagnosis and that sometimes these types of warts become cancer in 10-20 years. My doc was perturbed at the lack of information in the lab report and needed to know more; he told me if it was the type of wart that could become cancer he wanted to remove it now and not take any chances. I agreed that this was the best course of action. He explained that he would probably do a narrow margin excision and how this procedure was done. When I asked about recovery time he told me it would take about a week of me being not just off work but off my feet.

What types of treatment(s) have occurred?

Thus far just the wide margin excision of the carcinoma on my vulva.

What have you learned from your experiences that you would like to share?

1) ASK QUESTIONS!!! My gynecologist told me that recovery would take only a week and that I should not worry about the appearance afterwards because that whole area gets ripped apart during childbirth and heals back fine. WTF!?!?! 'Scuse me but that is not an appropriate response! First off I have never had children, never even been pregnant. So that little analogy does not apply. Secondly the female body has 8-9 months to prepare to be ripped apart down there. It is not a random occurence.

2) I learned the meaning of "responsible adult." Sound silly? It’s not. My best friend for over 20 years volunteered to take me to the hospital for my surgery, and of course take me home. This woman is a very successful executive, she was valedictorian of her class in high school and graduated cum laude with a double major in college. Yet post surgery, when I told her I was in pain and just wanted to fill the scrip the doctor had given me for pain killers and go to bed; she stopped at a Wal-Mart to see if she could get an oil change because the low oil light had come on, on her car!!!! I was still under the influence of general anesthesia. Yet she dropped me off at the front door of an unfamiliar and very large Wal-Mart so I could go to the pharmacy whilst she drove around to the auto center. Fortunately the line was too long so she left and came looking for me in the main part of the store. And before you ask…, she did not think to buy a quart of oil while in the automotive center.

I swear to God & Prada it's all true! Finding out that I was 39 yrs old and have no friends that both live nearby and are responsible adults is scary. I am an only child, my parents moved to Georgia 18 months ago; and I felt like I was all alone in New Jersey with a rare cancer on my hoo hoo.

My Gynecological History

endometriosis - since forever 12/98 - myomectomy & D&C 1/25/06 - dx: genital wart 2/3/06 - vulvar biopsy 2/17/06 - dx: well differentiated squamous cell carcinoma / recommended treatment narrow margin excision 2/23/06 - Consultation w/ gynecologic oncologist @ Univ. of Penn - Medical Center 3/1/06 - Treatment: wide local excision 3/17/06 - dx:hidradenoma papilliferum - My Gynecologic Oncoclogist was not satisfied with the lab reports & suggested checkups every 6 months for the next three years. 7/27/06 - gyn check up NED=No Evidence of Disease!

Are there positive experiences you would like to share?

Condom Slushies Rock!!!

Post vulvar biopsy and post wide margin excision of the carcinoma I experienced both extreme pain & swelling.

How to Make Condom Slushies

1. Pour approximately 1.25 inches of rubbing alcohol into an unlubricated condom, and then fill rest of the way with tap water leaving room to tie into a knot at the end.

2. Gently roll another condom onto the liquid filled condom and tie into a knot.

3. Make at least 4 of these Condom Slushies and place in freezer for 2 hours, overnight is even better.

4. Remove one Condom Slushie from freezer, wrap in wash cloth and place on vulva

5. You will now experience bliss

Swelling is a normal physical reaction to an invasive procedure. What no one tells you is how to comfortably apply ice to this area! As a matter of fact no one mentioned ice at all. It has been my experience that when any body part swells up after an injury or a surgery you ice it.

*This may also provide relief for women experiencing pain after an episiotomy.

What else would you like to tell us?

* There need to be PSA’s about Vulvar Cancer.

* VSE = Vulvar Self Exam

* There should be advertisements on television, radio, billboards, buses, taxis and as banners on websites telling women to do a VSE every month.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Smoking is always listed as a possible cause of vulvar cancer, but they don’t explain why. I found out today what the link is between vulvar cancer and smoking. Some of the carcinogens in cigarettes are released through your urine and when you wipe yourself after using the toilet. Thus you are inadvertently wiping the carcinogens on your vulva. It’s so simple it’s scary isn’t it? I don’t even smoke and that’s frightening to me. Women need to be made aware of this truly awful disease!

Saturday February 17, 2007 - 10:02am (EST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments

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