Even worse, the research I've been doing leads me to the conclusion that prolonged/chronic inflammation can be one of those cancer causing triggers.
So lets see, I'll make up a visual example of the scenario at hand... ok if you look at my hand like it would turn into cancer if I lost all my fingers (suddenly my hand would grow and morph into something deadly and uncontrolled trying to consume my body and kill me) and the fingers are the only thing keeping it in check... So automatically I have ATLEAST a couple fingers gone because of the gene, next I have a finger knocked out due to environmental factors, and another finger or two due to past lifestyle choices (smoking, drinking, poor diet), then inflammation sets in and breaks off the last finger. Now I'm not sure if the gene got rid some fingers to start with, or if it just made it easier for them all to fall off... either way out come is the same.
I'm trying not to be fearful. It's hard when I feel so terribly and I don't understand why. Just like when I had the lung issue last year, I find myself wondering if its possible that somehow I developed some aggressive ovarian cancer that has metastasized to my colon. I imagine them calling me in after the colonoscopy and saying they found cancer, and they were surprised because I'm so young, but then they realize its not colon cancer, it's ovarian cancer! I know I can't let myself get caught up in that kind of thinking. Its just hard to not go there at all.
I feel like a freak. I'm scared about this crazy stuff. And then I have all these other issues. I feel so bad for my family some days, particularly my husband. What did he get himself into?
Today when I was called by the nurse to get things in line for yet another procedure, she asks me about if i've had any surgeries... I list them all off, and theres part of me thats disgusted hearing it all. then what medications I'm taking.. I list them off, and she asks why I'm taking them, and I have to explain, and I just sound so weak. She asks about my family history of cancer, And its the C word.. and I just want to run away, but I have to stay on the phone, and I say well I tested positive for the BRCA gene mutation.... thats why I had the mastectomy. "Oh," she says.. and I know she doesn't get it. Not like I should expect her to. So I tell her theres lots of cancer in my family. and she says "ok, but do you have any first degree relatives, with um, the same.... um situation...?" well I got the gene from my dad, he's had skin cancer. At this point I just want off the phone so bad... I'm so tired and sick of it all. She asks if I have any mobility issues, and I don't know what the procedure entails, so I tell her I have temporary implants in and they're not comfortable for me to lay on my stomach... and they have magnetic ports. "That shouldn't be a problem... but I'll make a note of it".
Now I have to wait 3 weeks for the colonoscopy. Who would ever be eager to have a colonoscopy????
And NOT ME!! It's just about the last thing in the world I want to do right now, but I can't stand the not knowing what is going on inside my body.
I'll get through this of course. I'm just feeling pretty down right now.