Summer Writing | AACR “How To” Series

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I saw a friend over the weekend who told me she was so happy I’m posting on the blog again. (Hi, Julie!) I have to admit to being a bit of a blog slacker this summer. Somehow, I’d think an eight year old and an eleven year old would be easier than toddlers– they can do so much on their own now, it seems like there should be less for me to do, no? I know all of you parents just a few years ahead of me already know this, but the activities ramped up like crazy this summer and I felt like I was going from one thing to another all summer long! Things like thinking and writing (and showering– the pool counts, right?) kind of took a backseat.

I know that I didn’t post here over the summer, but that’s not to say that I wasn’t doing anything. The bookends to my summer were grant review sessions, one of which required quite a bit more prep than the Department of Defense Breast Cancer Research Program study sections I’ve done before. I spent some time chatting with an early career researcher who has some super exciting ideas, and I’m getting a little closer to figuring out what I want to be when I grow up and how to get there.

One of the writing projects I worked on was for part of a how-to series that the American Association for Cancer Research has on their Advocacy page. I was invited to write a “How To Share Your Story” post for them, and it was such an honor to have my writing featured by such a prestigious organization. For me, seeing my story featured on their advocacy page felt a bit like how I imagine a Broadway star feels seeing their name in lights! I explained a bit about why I started this blog and how it’s changed in the almost three years (gracious, time flies!) since I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. As it’s a how-to series, I also gave a few pointers to anyone interested in sharing their own story. The quick summary: if you don’t want to go the GoDaddy route and pay for a site, there are a lot of free options with varying privacy settings and they’re all pretty easy. Think about your audience when you write, and be yourself. If you want the more detailed version, head over and read the whole thing on the AACR site.

And stay tuned, as my other summer projects go live, I’ll be sure to fill you in! Happy fall, all!

Road Trippin’ | Seatbelts and Mastectomies

imageSo it turns out that seatbelts and mastectomies don’t always mix well. A couple of years ago, fresh off my mastectomy, I found this little gem at an auto parts store and found that it really did help me be more comfortable. It’s hard to believe that it’s been over two years since that discovery. Since that surgery. I’d hoped I might “grow out of it,” but I still have some nerve issues that make a seatbelt cutting between my breasts (especially on the driver side) irritating. It’s not that big of a deal driving around town, though I find that I pull the seatbelt away from my chest instinctively at this point most of the time.

As we headed out on our first long road trip this summer, I knew comfort was going to be key, so I put on a loose comfy tee and a pair of running capris, and we set out. I quickly figured out that a loose tshirt and a seatbelt, even with its cushioning, was a bad combination for me. By the time it was Clay’s turn to drive, I thought I was going to come out of my skin. It took nearly my whole shift as passenger to get comfortable again, and then I had to shift back to the driver’s seat.

Thankfully I had taken along a sports bra or two in case I wanted to get in a run (ha! It was WAY too hot!) and so I put that on for the ride home. The difference was HUGE! I don’t have to go for a lot of support, but the way that a sports bra creates sort or a flat surface keeps the seatbelt from getting between my breasts and irritating me.  While I still pulled the seatbelt away reflexively, I was actually comfortable even when didn’t.  I’m not convinced that I need a sports for actual sports (though it feels too weird not to wear one!) but apparently, they’re my new must have for road trips!

The Great Pixie Grow Out Saga: Two Years and Counting

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It’s a shocking before and after, no? It’s been forever since we’ve had a hair post.  I got a haircut this week, but wasn’t hoping for any dramatic change as I continue to work  through the grow out process. (Don’t you love the red lipstick, though? It’s my Nars Cruella lip pencil that was part of my birthday gift from Sephora!) It’s hard to remember, but this was my hair two years ago:

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Super short and white blond. I actually quite love that look.  Then as it grew back in, it got so much darker. I assume that it came back the color my hair always was, but my hair has always gotten lighter from the sun, and the new hair hadn’t been in the sun at all.

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So I quite like it that way, too, though it was awfully dark. (And look how nice my fingernails look. I really should polish them more.) Sorry no lovely professional photos of my new hair, but Dragan and I agree that it’s getting back to its old color.

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The ends are getting lighter, he commented it looked like we had done an ombre color treatment on it! I’m still working on getting it styled the way I want it– it’s so hard to work with hair in this in between length. Apparently, my hair “wants to behave” and adopt a round newscaster-y coif, so I’m working with products to give it a more disheveled, edgy look. So I’m currently on the lookout for some Redken Fashion Waves 07– a sea salt/surf spray to texturize it. Why can’t everything be available on Amazon prime? (And for the record, I took that last picture at a very long stoplight in Georgetown. I wanted to get a pic of the hair before it lost the “just left the salon” look!)

Gettin’ My Groove Back | Running After Cancer

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I managed to run all through chemo. I didn’t go as fast, or as far, or nearly as frequently as when I was in top shape, but I had cancer. So I was winning. Then surgeries started creeping in, and I LOVE my plastic surgeon, but he’s a stickler about limiting activity after surgery. The six week ban on anything that causes you to bounce or break into a sweat probably isn’t necessary, but he wants to ensure the best outcome possible. When it comes to plastic surgery, I’m all for a good outcome, so I obliged.

We all know that breaking a habit is far easier than starting a new one, so at the end of each six-week doctor imposed hiatus, it took a while to get back into the groove of a regular morning run. And then as soon as I’d gotten back in the swing of things, I’d need another surgery. Training interrupted by surgery has kind of been my go-to excuse for the last two years. But just this week I realized that my most recent surgery was in June of last year. That means I’m almost a year surgery-free! Which is awesome. But also, that fact makes my go-to, perfectly respectable excuse completely pathetic. There’s no reason I should be sleeping in far more days than I’m getting out for a run.

Enter the plan to get back my groove. It is a multi-pronged approach:

  • Run with a friend: Accountability helps. And so does companionship. Last week I made Emma Clare run with me before Turner’s baseball game. I have a neighborhood friend who I run with before the kids head to school– our plan is twice a week. (When life doesn’t get in the way.) And then Sally and I have decided to resurrect our chemo runs, meeting in Old Town once a week or after a shopping outing, and have even added a third friend to that mix.
  • Make a goal: I’m completely out if I don’t set myself a goal. But with a (reasonable) goal, I’m a fierce competitor. So I’ve got a couple of friends in on it, and we’re doing a minimum of three runs a week and reporting back. I kind of wanted a mileage goal for myself, too. I decided on a May marathon– not that I’m going to run a marathon at the end of May (ha!) but that I’ll run a total of 26.2 miles in the month of May.  I’m off to a pretty strong start, though, so I am thinking I might need to up that goal…
  • Power through: This is the hardest. The weather yesterday morning was perfect for a run, the trails were packed, and the trees were lovely. And my run was abysmal. I’m not fast, so it doesn’t bother me to get passed. But yesterday, I got passed by a guy running in a cotton tee and dockers. (Hard to tell myself that he passed me because he puts in a lot of miles when he’s running in a pair of chinos.) Also, I got passed by a woman at least twenty years my senior, who, based on the fact that both knees were taped and she had a terrible gait, was running in a significant amount of pain. Hard to keep going after grandma limps by. The one lucky break? One of the top candidates for neighborhood gazelle joined the path quite a bit ahead of me, so she can keep saying with conviction that she’s sure I’m not that much slower than her. Nevertheless, I finished the run and was determined today would be a better day.  I had actually set up two running dates. First one got cancelled last minute because my partner’s dog hid one of her shoes. She never did find it! Second one cancelled due to that partner’s stomach bug. (Apparently, it’s not a great thing to be my running partner!) Thankfully, though, I powered through and went out solo. The music was great (thanks, Spotify!) and I spent some time thinking through a phone call I have later today.

So after a few false starts, I managed to make it a respectable week. What about you– how do you get your groove back and restart a cast off habit?

Field Trip: FDA Breast Cancer Patient Focused Drug Development

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I think it all the time.  I am so happy to live where I do.  Last week, after running a couple of errands, I headed up to spend the afternoon at the FDA White Oak campus in Silver Spring, MD. `I didn’t have to hop on a plane, get a hotel, and try to arrange my family’s schedule so that I could be gone for several days.  I just headed over after stopping at Tyson’s. It’s a brand new campus and everything is so fancy– much different than my visits to the FDA buildings that were on the NIH campus when Clay worked there.  The FDA is conducting meetings over a five year period on different disease sites, inviting patients to influence the drug development process.  I was there for the breast cancer meeting (obviously!) along with roughly fifteen to twenty other patients and patient advocates.  The rest of the audience was made up of academics and pharmaceutical representatives who were eager to hear our comments.  (They were not permitted to participate in the discussion, they were just there to listen.)
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I thought the meeting was well organized and well run, and the FDA staff and reviewers listened very attentively and asked thoughtful questions.  Even when the discussion started to get off course, they managed to respectfully and gently guide us back– and that’s no small feat!  I had three main takeaways from this meeting.  First, I continue to be in awe of the passion and energy of the metastatic breast cancer community.  I sat with several ladies from the Metastatic Breast Cancer Network and the Metastatic Breast Cancer Alliance.  It makes sense that the women who were chosen to be on the panels were mostly metastatic patients– they’ve had far more treatments, so of course they’ve had to deal with more side effects.  Many of these ladies talked about overwhelming fatigue, pain, and the stress of trying to make sure they’ve scheduled their “life” to fit within their two or three week chemo cycles.Their cancer cards are still shiny– though be it a bit worn– and no one would call them selfish for wanting to stay at home– either to feel sorry for themselves, or just to spend as much time as possible with their families.  And yet they traveled from Chicago, New York City, Texas, California– all to share their stories, hoping they will make a difference, if not for themselves, for those yet to be diagnosed with breast cancer.  They spoke with candor about things most people would rather hide– diarrhea, depression, sexual intimacy.  They shared the joys of being without evidence of disease after treatment for multiple metastatic lesions, and they shared the disappointment of recent disease progression. While I know one person’s story is always just one person’s story, I was reminded of the power of an individual’s personal narrative.

The other two things that struck me were two of the questions posed by the FDA panel.  They wanted to know from the patients– What would our dream drug look like? Um, one pill, no side effects, totally and instantly curative.  OK, I know that’s not what they were going for!  And that’s not what anyone said, either. The most poignant answer came from Shirley Mertz, from the Metastatic Breast Cancer Network.  I’m totally paraphrasing here, (apologies to Shirley if I botch it!) but she pointed out the need for more endpoints in new drug trials.  Most trials for metastatic disease look at tumor shrinkage as an endpoint.  (Makes sense, it seems like a shrinking tumor is a good thing.) But she encouraged the FDA to consider no new metastatic lesions– tumors– as an endpoint.  She said most metastatic patients feel like they can handle their current level of tumor burden, what they all fear is the spread to new organ sites.  Her dream drug would stop the tumors in place, prevent them from going anywhere new. She eloquently presented a perspective (and idea) that I found very interesting. I really love how excited she was to share her ideas with the FDA– she wants them to change the way they do the trials and she wasn’t afraid to tell them! (And she did it with the biggest smile, you could tell she reveled at the opportunity!)

The final question that impressed me: What’s’ your deal breaker? I didn’t love that the panelist started talking about hair loss, as if there were a lot of  women who A) didn’t know that chemo causes hair loss and B) wouldn’t take the needed chemo treatment if they’d known. ??? But once I got past that, I thought it was a brilliant question.  The FDA sees a list of potential side effects for every drug, but a patient’s perspectives on how to judge those side effects could make a difference in how they look at the applications. For the most part, the discussion was pretty clearly split.  First treatment to stages I-III: there are no deal breakers.  Theses women see the treatment as potentially curative and so are willing to endure most anything for a limited time to avoid feeling later like they didn’t do enough.  Once you move on to long term hormonal treatment (anti-estrogen, aromatase inhibitor, ovarian suppression), it gets tougher, this is five or ten years of a drug for a women with no evidence of metastatic disease. Young women in particular often struggle with the side effects– early menopause, sexual side effects, depression, weight gain. For some women, these side effects are so extreme that they become deal breakers and they stop treatment.  Metastatic disease is obviously a different ballgame entirely.  The Metastatic Breast Cancer Network describes the routine simply as “Scan, Treat, Repeat.” For the most part, this cycle is repeated every three months.  Women who are fortunate to live longer than the average three years after metastatic diagnosis have often undergone numerous treatment regimens. They stay on one until their disease progresses or they are unable to cope with the side effects, and then their doctors search for yet another option.  Their deal breakers are very different, and they seem to fall into two groups. The young mothers I’ve encountered with metastatic disease seem to be willing to do just about anything, to endure any side effect that is not actively threatening to claim their life before the cancer can.  They want one more day to see their babies grow up, to get to help their daughter buy a prom dress. They just want one more day, and they are willing to suffer any amount of pain to get it.  At some point, though, quality of life becomes a much larger argument. Many present, women who didn’t have little ones running around the house or children about to graduate from high school, spoke of their deal breakers– they were tired of all the side effects and would not choose a treatment that promised them little additional time at a great cost to their body.  One woman spoke about choosing a treatment that had a more convenient dosing schedule– an injection once a month over biweekly, three hour infusions.  Sadly, the financial cost of treatment was mentioned several times, one women adding that she wouldn’t want a drug that affected her so adversely that she couldn’t keep her job– and therefore her health insurance. They emphasized that quality of life could be more important than length of life in the decision making process, and while rough side effects shouldn’t keep a drug off the market, we shouldn’t settle for drugs without considering their toxicities.

I won’t say that I think this afternoon solved all the problems that exist in the treatment of breast cancer. I wasn’t sure what to expect, and frankly, didn’t expect much. I thought it would probably be the FDA’s way of checking off a box– yes, we talked to breast cancer patients. Done. I know that cancer drugs are still going to have some pretty rotten side effects, and my talking about them won’t make them disappear. Yet I feel like the FDA panelists were truly listening, and that our discussions might influence what level of side effects they find acceptable. Perhaps they will consider adding new trial endpoints, or they will require more data on dosing to stop the “more is better” philosophy that is common in cancer treatment. The meeting is over, but the public docket is open for comments until June 2, at which time they will be summarized for the permanent record. If you’d like to add your comments, please head to their page and do so. (There are some specific questions that they want patients to address, found about halfway down the page under the “Public Meeting Information” heading. You can add your comments by clicking the blue “comment now” button at the top right of the page.)

On Sick Leave and Going Solo

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The teeny tiny lead lined room where my radioactive self got to hang out for a while before my PET scan

It’s been two years since I finished chemo, which means that I’ve had the opportunity to chat with lots of ladies who are going through it themselves since then.  Chatting about all the trips to chemo and the appointments with the oncologist and surgeons, many ladies have commented that their husband is coming with them to every single one.  I don’t usually offer anything at this point, but inevitably, they ask.  “Did your husband come with you to every appointment?”  I think they are all shocked when I answer no.  He did come with me to the appointments where they suggest someone come.  (That’s never good when a doctor suggests you not come to the appointment alone…)  He was there at the first appointment after the diagnosis with the surgeon, the “big” appointment with the oncologist where we discussed treatment strategies, and the appointment where we talked about surgical options.  And of course, he took time off anytime I had surgery.  But otherwise, I went solo to the appointments and took a friend to chemo.

So this is not the point in the story where you should feel sorry for me because my husband didn’t care enough to take the time off to come with me.  In those first “big” appointments, he came along and the doctors talked to both of us, encouraging us both to ask questions.  But breast cancer is my thing, I already speak that language.  What they were saying made sense to me, there were no surprises because I was expecting it all.  I didn’t need him to take notes so that I could look things up later (that’s a great reason to have someone come along, by the way!) and he knew that I would remember the details that I needed to pass along to him.  I dragged Sally along to a couple of the early diagnostics, but quickly learned that she mostly would have to wait a long time by herself.  The waiting areas for mammograms, MRIs, and especially PET scan keep the patients separate, so there would have been a lot of sitting solo– probably not worth burning sick leave.  And I have been blessed to have so many wonderful friends, it was easy to find someone to come along with me to chemo.  Clay always offered to go, and I know I wouldn’t have had to ask twice for him to leave work to join me.  And yet, I always assured him that I was fine to go on my own.

There are a lot of “what ifs” in cancer.  What if chemo made me really sick? What if it was too hard for me to keep up with the kids? What if it was too hard for me to take care of myself? And of course, there was always that lingering, always unspoken, “what if.”  What if the treatments didn’t work and I finally ended up with my body as a battleground, managing the effects of ever increasing treatments while the cancer wreaked havoc on my vital organs?  My liver, my bones, my brain? Then I would need help.  Lots of help.

I can remember years ago being in the choir room at church, where federal workers were asked to consider donating leave to a member whose husband was nearing the end of his life.  She was running out of paid sick leave, but other employees could transfer theirs so she could continue to be paid while she stayed at home with her dying husband.  That memory floated in and out of my mind all throughout my treatment.  There might be times when I would really need Clay to drive me to appointments, to keep track of medications, just to help me through my day.  I hated the idea that he might feel torn between being able to provide for our family and being able to care for our family.  I wanted him to go to work while he could, so that he didn’t feel like he had to if I really needed him.

Didn’t mean for this post to be a downer.  I was happy going to the appointments on my own.  I was caught up on local interest stories, the latest fashion, and the newest makeup trends thanks to all the magazines I read in waiting rooms.  (I’m a bit behind the times now, I’m afraid!) I really liked all my doctors, and was happy to chat with them. As soon as I left, I would call Clay, my mom, and Sally to give them all the latest updates.  And then I would usually make one more call to whomever I was meeting for coffee or lunch to let them know I was on my way. Because even though I didn’t mind seeing the doctor solo, hanging out with a friend is always my favorite thing!

One thing to remember, though, especially if you are going through treatment– everyone is different, so we all “do cancer” differently.  I loved taking a girlfriend along to chemo– three or four hours to chat and catch up, discuss Downton Abbey, look at magazines, and giggle like girls do. I’ve had friends who loved spending that time with their husbands, looking at it almost like date time.  Maybe not the most romantic, but time is time, my friends.  And I’ve had friends (mostly those with toddlers at home!) who cherished being able to go to chemo completely alone. We don’t all have to do it the same to do it well.

Happy Birthday to Me | NARS Lip Pencils from Sephora

 

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My birthday is in December– quite frankly, I can’t believe that I’m 38. That just sounds older than I feel. Not that I’m obsessing about it at all, but some nice presents surely make it better!  I do love shopping at Nordstrom, but when it comes to cosmetics, I’m starting to become a Sephora convert.  They have a similar generous return policy, and they have a beauty insiders club that lets you earn points for really nice rewards– smaller sizes of some of their best products– things I actually want!  But best of all are the annual birthday gifts.  I discovered several of the products that I now love and faithfully buy that way– Watts Up highlighter by Benefit and Sugar Fresh lip balm are probably my favorite birthday gifts.  Until this year.

I’m a huge fan of NARS cosmetics– they are highly pigmented and deliver deep, lasting color.  The velvet matte pencil in Cruella is the red lip color I’ve been looking for– a bold red with just enough depth so that it’s not obnoxiously bright.  The satin lip pencil in Rikugien is more of a neutral, glossy color that’s a great everyday staple.  Two new lip colors– a perfect red and a glossy neutral– make me a pretty happy birthday girl.  Happy birthday to me indeed!

*This is the 2015 birthday gift– even though I was celebrating my 2014 birthday, it was January before I made it in to Sephora. Having noticed my love for NARS, the sales associate let me choose, and of course I went home with this one!

Me and Ibuprofen? It’s Complicated | Pain Relief after Breast Cancer

ibuprofenI woke up the other morning with a headache. Back in the day, I’d have groaned about it while I walked to the kitchen, popped a few ibuprofen, and then I’d get on with my day. But now? Well, it’s complicated.  To be perfectly honest, I’ve always had the occasional headache, only rarely would they last after I took a few ibuprofen. The last time I saw my oncologist, she asked about headaches and I told her that I have them occasionally. Of course, she asked whether they went away when I took ibuprofen, and I had to admit that I don’t really take it any more. I knew she wanted to know because a headache that is controlled by over the counter meds doesn’t indicate a scan-worthy concern.

So why won’t I take ibuprofen? It’s not because I’m anti-meds. Of course, I know they can be misused and abused, but I’ve always been one to (responsibly, of course) embrace whatever the pharmaceutical industry can give me. (Narcotics, an ambien, and an epidural made for a nearly blissful birth experience!) But since I had cancer, I hesitate to take something even as mundane as ibuprofen.  Not because I’m tired of taking pills and just don’t want to anymore. Though I think that’s a pretty reasonable reaction.  But once she had asked, I had to admit the reason out loud.  I want to feel the pain.  Not because I want to suffer.  But because I want to know just how much my head hurt, and for how long.  I feel like if it’s the start of a problem, I want to know right away.  Of course, my oncologist told me what I knew deep down. I should take the meds.  What I need to worry about is pain that can’t be controlled by the meds or that lasts for a couple of weeks.

So the other morning when I woke up with a headache? A quick check of my P-tracker (yes, there’s an app for that) told me that it was most certainly a PMS headache– something I’ve dealt with since long before I had breast cancer.  So I took a deep breath, told myself not to worry about it, and swallowed my ibuprofen. And what do you know? The headache went away.

Two Years and Counting | Post-chemo Pixie Grow Out

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We all have dates that we remember.  Some very important, some rather mundane.  I could never remember dates for history class.  But I’ve got a slew of dates floating around in my head.  March 8– my first date with Clay.  May 1– the day I had to finally send in the acceptance to the University of Illinois (it was not my first choice for college, but I couldn’t get the scholarship support to go elsewhere.) July 18– my first best friend’s birthday, and we haven’t lived in the same town since first grade.  October 5– the day I found out I had breast cancer.  February 1– my last day of chemo.

Wow, that was a lot of writing to get to the “it’s been two years since my last day of chemo” line.  But, there you have it.  Two years from completely bald to Rapunzel-like hair.  I was shocked last week when someone compared my hair to Rapunzel’s– I was thinking of the long blond braid that reached to the base of the tower.  Apparently in Tangled, her hair is cut at the end of the movie, and as it turns out, my newest style looks very much like hers.  (Like how I tried for a concerned, wide-eyed stare just like hers?)  And here, I thought growing out my hair would take forever.  All I needed was two years to get hair just like Rapunzel’s.

On Being Med-Free | Tamoxifen and Long Term Breast Cancer Treatment

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Forgive the old picture, but I don’t have any current pics of my meds.  Because I don’t have any meds.  Which is sort of a blessing and a curse.  It’s great that I don’t have to remember to fill a prescription and remember to take a daily pill.  It’s really great that I don’t have to deal with side effects.  What’s not so great, you may be wondering? I’m not actively doing anything to help prevent a recurrence.  If you know someone who’s had breast cancer and finished her treatment, odds are good that she’s taking a pill every day for the next five or ten years, and so it’s an obvious question to wonder why I’m not.

And this is where we go back to the science.  Remember when I explained about how my breast cancer is called triple negative? (Yep, if you look at that post, I used the same picture! Sorry!) Pathologists look at three main receptors when classifying breast tumors: ER, PR, and HER2.  Since my tumor didn’t have any of the three, I am considered “triple negative.” Tumors that express ER or PR are considered hormone responsive, and they make up 60-70% of newly diagnosed breast cancer cases.  These tumors use estrogen to grow, which means that shutting down their ability to use estrogen can shut down tumor growth.  No tumor growth means your tumor won’t kill you.  Obviously, hormone-targeted therapies have made a significant impact in the management of hormone responsive tumors.  There are several ways to manage hormone responsive tumors long term.  Tamoxifen is the most commonly known, and it acts as an anti-estrogen in the breast and effectively shuts down estrogen signalling.  Other drugs (raloxifene, toremifene, and fulvestrant) work in a similar manner.  Aromatase inhibitors halt the production of estrogen (letrozole, anastrazole, and exemestane) and can also be used to starve the tumor of estrogen.  (Fun fact– a woman’s body uses testosterone to make estrogen using an enzyme called an aromatase, so aromatase inhibitors prevent that conversion).  In premenopausal women, ovarian ablation (with drugs like gosserelin or leuprolide) can be used in conjunction with aromatase inhibitors, and have recently been shown to be very effective.  These treatment regimens are long term– five years used to be the standard, now some studies indicate ten years is even better– and are not always tolerated well.  Like any treatment, some women don’t have many side effects, but for some women, the treatment causes significant quality of life issues leading them to choose to stop treatment.  (This is certainly not a decision to be made without talking to your doctor! I’m just saying that it happens, good or bad…) Most women deal with some side effects that fall into the undesirable category, but are considered a reasonable trade off for the reduction in risk of recurrence.

All of that is to say that at least 60-70% of women treated for breast cancer benefit from long term hormonal treatment.  But for those of us without hormone responsive tumors, there is no reason to take the meds.  Our tumors don’t use the estrogen, so blocking it won’t help us.  And herein lies the blessing and the curse.  I don’t have to take daily meds and deal with the side effects, which is awesome.  But I’m also left in the position where there is no medication that I can take that will reduce my risk of recurrence, and that’s a little less awesome.  I’m just going to count on the fact that the chemo did its job and keep running, running, running.  (I do wish it would warm up, though.  It’s a little cold and icy to enjoy running right now!) I can’t take tamoxifen to help me, but exercise has been shown to reduce recurrence risk.  And so I will run.  As one triple-negative friend put it: “Running is my tamoxifen.”

For a more complete discussion on hormonal therapy for breast cancer, check out what this fact sheet from NCI (National Cancer Institute).  It’s complete and not overly technical.