Bras and Cancer

Bras and Cancer

Q. Is there any truth to the Internet rumor that the incidence of breast cancer is more than 100 times greater in women who always wear bras than in women who never wear bras?

A. “The short answer is no,” Dr. Ted Gansler, director of medical content for the American Cancer Society, replied in an e-mail message.

There is no scientifically credible evidence of this, he said, and the proposed mechanism — that bras prevent elimination of toxins by blocking lymph flow — is not in line with scientific concepts of how breast cancer develops.

Internet traffic on the issue is mostly inspired by one study with several scientific flaws, Dr. Gansler said. The study, never published in a peer-reviewed journal, did not adjust for known breast cancer risk factors that might be associated with bra-wearing behavior, like weight and age. Also, study participants knew the hypothesis before taking the survey.

“Because the idea of bras’ causing breast cancer is so scientifically implausible, it seems unlikely that researchers will ever spend their time and resources to test it in a real epidemiological study,” Dr. Gansler said.

He and colleagues compared National Cancer Institute data on breast cancer risk for women treated for melanoma who had several underarm lymph nodes removed and those who did not. The surgery, which is known to block lymph drainage from breast tissue, did not detectably increase breast cancer rates, the study found, meaning that it is extremely unlikely that wearing a bra, which affects lymph flow minimally if at all, would do so.

C. CLAIBORNE RAY

New Year! New Drama Free Zone!

I’m back! Or so I think! I must apologize for not writing as often as I should. So let me explain. You see, what had happened was…..a little thing called writers block! Well, not such a little thing, actually it was a major thing! And when it happens to me, it can last for quite a while. We all made it through the holidays with almost all of our faculties intact and now it’s a new year! Yea!!!! I don’t know about you, but I have high hopes for this year. The last few years  have been full of change and more change, to acceptance. So this year it’s time to break out and dust off all the crap that kept us from fulfilling, living life to it’s fullest, learning to say “no” sometimes, and the biggie…drama! I have declared my life both person and professionally, a Drama Free Zone!

But (you know there is always a but!) there is something about the start of a new year that brings out all of the hope one can muster. This year I made plans for the year and I started off on the run, vowing to stay on task and not waste any time. So far, so good. I cleaned house on many things in my life in order to simplify and have less drama! But even the best of plans can sometimes go a little off track! The first week of my new year, new Drama Free Zone came with Drama! At the very site of it, I professed, oh h*%^^ no! Not here, this is a DRAMA FREE ZONE! GET OUT! Surprisingly it worked. So I think I had a light bulb moment…I think I screamed so loudly that even the universe took notice and drama promptly tucked it’s tale and when about it’s business. Oh, I’m sure it will try to return, but it better be ready, because this is a DRAMA FREE ZONE and we are not playing that game this year!

So how about you? How’s your health? Have you declared a Drama Free Zone in your life? If not try it, you’ll get that same euphoric feeling that comes with setting boundaries, you’ll feel in control of your life! And, that’s a great feeling!

I’d love to know how you’re taking control this year of your health and well being so please share! Talk again soon!

LL

Breast Health: A Chocolate Lovers Dream

I am a professed choco-holic! I could have chocolate morning, noon and night and never get tired of it. I especially like dark chocolate and cocoa. Well, turns out Chocolates containing over 70% cocoa provide a number of antioxidants, and much more. In fact, a square of dark chocolate contains twice as many as a glass of red wine and almost as many as a cup of green tea properly steeped. These molecules slow the growth of cancer cells and limit the blood vessels that feed them. So go ahead and have that square of “dark chocolate” daily guilt free!

The Breast Health Diet- Vitamin D

REPLENISH YOUR VITAMIN D

Vitamin D is practically the Swiss Army knife of anti-cancer tools; this vitamin keeps cancerous cells from multiplying, tells tumor cells to kill themselves, and even helps produce a tumor-suppressing protein that blocks malignant cell growth in breast tumors. Yet many Americans may be vitamin-D deficient. Getting enough vitamin D can reduce the risk of breast cancer by 30 percent, according to Harvard researchers who compared cancer development in women with the highest versus lowest vitamin D blood levels. For all these reasons and more, many experts urge all adults to supplement with at least 1,000 IU of vitamin D per day.

The Breast Health Diet

TRADE COFFEE FOR TEA

When researchers took a close look at the beverage choices of thousands of women, they found that women who regularly drank green tea lowered their risk of developing breast cancer by 12 percent. The more years and more often these women drank tea, the stronger was their protection from breast cancer. Tea contains powerful antioxidants, with the superstar being one called epigallocatechin gallate (EGCG). Green and white teas, in particular, are packed with EGCG, although black and oolong teas also have some. EGCG deactivates harmful free radicals before they damage DNA and trigger cancerous changes.

But if you have breast pain or fibrocystic breast changes, you might consider avoiding methylxanthines, the family of caffeine and caffeine-like compounds in caffeinated coffee and tea (and in small amounts in chocolate). These can encourage painful breast cysts, says William Dunn, MD, from the West Michigan Cancer Center. If you’re quitting coffee and tea, be aware that it can take a few months for the pain to decrease or go away completely, notes Katherine Lee, MD, from Cleveland Clinic’s Breast Center.

Delicious Living-  Victoria Dolby Toews, MPH

Beauty Is A State of Mind: Sex After Mastectomy

Embracing your sexuality — even when hairless, throwing up and left ravaged by a mastectomy.

It’s a common perception that only older women get breast cancer — old enough that they don’t really care if they ever have sex again. And boobs? Whatever, take ‘em… They already nursed their kids and the ta-tas are just getting saggy anyway. Right?

Wrong! I’m 26, and I have cancer in my breast. And no matter what age, women still want to be treated like the gorgeous creatures we are, even when hairless, probably throwing up and left ravaged by a mastectomy.

When I discovered my lump at 24, I was nearly scoffed out of a male breast cancer specialist’s office, who said I was statistically too young to have it. After some surly resistance on my part, I had my unidentified lump removed, but technically he was right: I didn’t have breast cancer. I had a vascular tumor called angiosarcoma: A very rare and nasty cancer that normally shows up in the heart or bone. And here I am now, two years later with different doctors, a new diagnosis and a 70 percent chance of dying within the next two years.

The months after my diagnosis were a painful blur. My boyfriend, Adam, doggedly called me beautiful and made sure that I was able to believe it. He was so caring and supportive when my oncologist said I would likely not have children because of the chemo. Instead of complaining or bolting for the door when my doctor said no sex because of the infection risk, Adam said, “I will wait for years. I don’t care about sex; I just want you.” I know that if our roles were reversed I would have done the same thing for him, but sometimes it’s still surprising to know that a person can love enough to put up with everything that you have to go through. I know he puts on a brave face for me every day — and I have seen him break down when he didn’t know I was looking. My bald head is covered in kisses, pats, rubs and fuzzy hats whenever he comes home or if I look sad or feel ugly. That is commitment. I wish everyone had a relationship like ours.

Here is the skinny on the treatment of rare cancer in the boob (I call it the slash, burn and poison method): Single-agent chemo, mastectomy, radiation and more chemo. If that sounds familiar, it is. Oncology hasn’t changed much since the 1950s, although the drugs that treat the side effects have.

On chemotherapy, the first hair to go is on your naughty bits (less painful than a Brazilian bikini wax!). Later your boyfriend will use duct tape as a makeshift lint brush for your head. You’d better load up on laxatives before infusion or you WILL suffer the consequences. And eat delicious, fattening foods right before chemotherapy, for you will never again be tempted to eat them. I used food aversion to my advantage; it makes dieting so much easier. Now if I even think about cheesecake, ham and gnocchi, I dry heave.

That was the chemo, but I cannot really put into words the grief that I felt when I got the call from the surgeon telling me I had to have a mastectomy. My PET scan showed that the chemo was doing nothing, and the surgeon decided he wanted the tumor out in two days. Now, it is one thing to know the date for something and mentally prepare yourself; it is another to have someone spring a mastectomy on you. I tried to think to myself, “Okay, whatever, it’s a boob. It sucks but hey, it’s not my arm right?” but I wasn’t ready. It felt like I was burying my youth.

Adam took many pictures of me that last night with two breasts—wig and makeup fashionably in place — while I pranced around in heels and lingerie. I’m happy we did that. It was like a small requiem for my breast.

After the surgery I had a village of visitors: Co-workers and family, and Adam was there day and night. He slept in the same hospital bed as me, crammed up against the bars of my bed and my morphine drip. He teased me that if I got lost in the desert I would walk around in clockwise circles because I was lopsided (morphine makes everything funny). When I was home, he emptied the tubes that drained fluid from my body and dressed my wounds. The first time he saw my chest he cried a little. I cried a lot. He kissed my incision and said he “was a butt guy anyway.”

It was so emotionally difficult to lose a breast. I’m not a very emotional girl, but it got to me. I kept feeling that I was supposed to be whole and beautiful and that I wasn’t anymore. I felt broken and mangled.

I was expecting pain after surgery, but there was very little. It was akin to the soreness the day after a hard workout. What I was not expecting was the total lack of feeling. The left side of my chest is totally numb. I can’t feel touch, pressure or pain. It was sort of a blessing in disguise because I didn’t have to feel anything when they removed the skin staples and largely felt nothing when radiation made my skin resemble cooked bacon.

It took about a month to get used to my body post surgery. There is no preparing for how much of our sexuality we have tied to our breasts. At first I cried a lot and didn’t want Adam to see me naked. I couldn’t even imagine sex — even though I wanted and needed it. I felt self-conscious; I kept thinking, what if he’s turned off? What if he can’t have sex with me because I’m unattractive? I think at that point I wouldn’t have been able to endure rejection or the idea of him not being able to get aroused at the sight of my missing breast. My best friend bodily dragged me out of the house to Nordstrom’s where I was fitted for a prosthesis. It was her gift to me, a new fake boob. I will be eternally grateful.

After I had a fake breast, things got a lot easier. I learned that dressing up in the bedroom was the only way I felt comfortable having sex. I had to pretend that I was whole again. I wore a long, dark movie-star wig, a barely-there skirt and a button-down top (fake breast included) the first time we had sex post chemo and mastectomy. I looked like a hot catholic schoolgirl and pretty much mauled Adam the second he got out of the shower. The role-playing helped a lot with the uncomfortable parts.

Before all of this cancer drama started, I liked to dress up in sexy bedroom outfits and drive Adam nuts. I think for both of us it was easy to pretend that by dressing up it was just like it used to be. From there we evolved into less theatrical sex, and I started to not wear the breast form as we became more comfortable with my new topography. Adam is such a fantastic partner that the awkwardness I thought would be there wasn’t. Believe me, if your partner can battle cancer with you he’s a keeper. Anyone that can get aroused by a bald, single-breasted girl is worth his weight in gold.

Sometimes it’s difficult to view myself in the mirror and not sigh. I hate how my hair has grown back in curly. I’ll go to adjust my cleavage and realize I have nothing there. Finding clothes that don’t draw attention to my concave chest can be a challenge. I can’t have reconstruction for 2-3 years because of the reoccurrence risk of my type of cancer (it would be terrible to have to take apart a reconstructed breast). So for the time being, I’m stuck with mastectomy bras and breast forms, which seem to have been designed by idiots — and for people who still have breasts! I need something to fill my concave cavity, but the forms themselves are concave on that side, expecting a small breast to fit in. And the bras are all the grandma-type that look like they’ve been shaped together out of waffle cones. News flash, designers: Women who have lost a breast still want to be able to feel sexy! Is that so much to ask?

Still, I have learned a lot of things I might never have known. As women, we have a tendency to nit-pick at the small stuff like love handles and big thighs, but when it comes down to it, we are not a sum of our parts. Being beautiful really is a state of mind. Physical beauty is fleeting, but if you maintain the idea that you are a goddess, you can be. Some makeup, a short skirt and heels can make you a tiger in the bedroom — even if you are missing a breast. The things I have learned this year about beauty and strength were not easily garnered, but I consider what has happened to me a gift. I can still turn heads walking down the street… I just have a little secret.

Written by Tracey Carpenter

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