Like It Or Lump It

I have always thought the word “lump” was a miserable and unimpressive little word.  As a noun it has many uses…

  • a compact mass of a substance, especially one without a definite or regular shape.
  • a swelling under the skin, especially one caused by injury or disease.
  • a small cube of sugar.
  • a heavy, ungainly, or slow-witted person.

It is also used as a verb…

  • to put in an indiscriminate mass or group; treat as alike without regard for particulars.
  • carry (a heavy load) somewhere with difficulty.

The origin is thought to be from a Germanic base meaning ‘shapeless piece’; the Danish call lump ‘lump’, the Norwegian and Swedish dialect for “lump” refers to ‘block, log’, and the Dutch call it “lomp”which means ‘rag’.

The last time I felt a lump was 23 months ago I wasn’t really concerned.  I actually had two lumps back then that were oddly found to be connected by a strand on mammography and ultrasound imaging.  There was a 4 cm lump at four o’clock, connected by a 3 cm lump at 3 o’clock.   Oddly, the 4 cm one ended up as benign and that damn 3 o’clock one was not.  The cancerous one felt like a chocolate liquorice bullet, long and thin. The benign one was not easily palpable.  Then there was also a mass in one silly little lymph node.

The act of feeling a “lump” for a breast cancer survivor makes the blood drain again, it strikes terror and reawakens the kind of anxiety that lies deep within.  Last week, in the shower I discovered nestled deep in my armpit area, two, maybe three small lumps of various sizes. These are sitting about one inch from my mastectomy incision scar.  They can’t be lymph nodes because they were all skillfully removed by my breast surgeon.

IMG_0669-2Hello Dread Dragon, its been a while. You have been far, far away while I have been busy enjoying myself, taking interstate trips with girlfriends, having my photo taken for a National Portrait Prize entry, working on getting my pre treatment fitness back, rolling with my busy family life.

On the health front my energy has been improving.  I have returned to running and riding. I am seeing small gains, and although small,  they are gains.  My hair is getting longer but is still awfully thin and receding, despite nine months of taking Minoxidil (Rogaine) for my head hair and Spirinolactone to facilitate the growth of eyebrows and eyelashes (and facial hair!!!).  Tamoxifen maintains it’s daily presence, and I’m waiting for a specialist appointment to see if anything can be done about my mutant post treatment ovaries. The trans vaginal ultrasound (also affectionally known as dildo cam) has been a frequent part of my testing repertoire this year, while we monitor said ovaries.  I’m also still waiting for the exchange surgery for the expanders. But on the whole life is pretty awesome!  I am needing to write less and less these days as my cancer experience fades.  I’m trying to protect my children from it more and more. So much of the last few years has been about cancer.

I was hoping my GP would just say… “it will be scar tissue and you don’t need it looked at”.  But after a quick palpate as I laid on my back with my arm above my head,  they went and said “An ultrasound is warranted given your history”.  And the ultrasound order clinical notes read  “left breast cancer and axillary clearance, now several palpable hard lumps, prob scar tissue“.

It is most likely JUST scar tissue or fat necrosis from radiation. But the very instance one feels a lump again…  I don’t know.  I don’t think you can understand this unless you have been through cancer yourself.

I guess this is my life now and as the saying goes… “You can like it or lump it”, which is kind of apt given that synonyms for this include…

… put up with it, bear it, endure it, take it, tolerate it, suffer it, accept it, make allowances for it, abide it, brook it, weather it, countenance it;  stomach it, stand it, swallow it, hack it, wear it.

So lump it I will.


7 Comments on “Like It Or Lump It”

  1. boobinabox says:

    Oh Lise, bloody hell that is just total bullshit! I know the dread you’ll be feeling right now, everything crossed that it’s just scar tissue. Everything!

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  2. liza hopkins says:

    hope everything turns out ok with the ultrasound love and hugs to u and your lovely familyxxxx

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  3. stemgir1 says:

    I know all too well that feeling of fear and dread. Sorry you’re going through this. Hoping with all my might that it turns out to be just scar tissue. x

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  4. Christine Denny says:

    Wishing you all the very best Lisey with your results from someone who’s been there. The odds of it being scar tissue must surely be high.

    Amazingly, I’ve also been a lucky winner in the Taxotere jackpot and like you, have taken Minoxidil and seen some improvement in my hair, but it’s a long way off what it was. I have been trying to find someone in Melbourne in the same boat, who is willing to share support, hair info, tips etc. It’s so isolating having this problem as you know. Would you be willing to make contact? the taxotears girls are terrific but not the same as knowing a local! xx

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    • Hello Christine and thanks for reading. It’s a truly bizarre place to be re go through successful treatment, but be left with such a brutal reminder of everything that treatment represents. Would love to connect. Just like Shittytittiebangbang on Facebook and then we can inbox each other. Perhaps we need to form an Australian branch of the Taxotears. Hope you are doing well now! Lisey x

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