“Yes, Mrs. Durban, you have cancer.”

By Pauline Durban

December, 2006

2006… what a year! I reunited with my dad, from whom I had been estranged for 35 years (another story for another time), and I discovered a lump in my left breast! I was 50 years old.

I did a self-examination at least once a month, but this time I found a lump. People often ask me how I knew it was a ‘bad’ lump, since our breasts are full of lumps. Believe me, you can tell the difference.

It was December, and I was getting ready for a trip to England to spend Christmas with my family. What to do? I guess I will put it on hold, I thought, and revisit it when I get back. After all, it’s only a small lump, and I’m sure it’s nothing.

January, 2007

I had a wonderful trip, spent time with my dad, visited a friend in Spain, didn’t tell a soul that I had a lump in my breast. Might as well wait until I know what it is. Not worth worrying anyone. After all, I’m sure it’s nothing. Our company switched health care providers in January, so there was a delay in getting it looked at.

February

Now it’s February, and I checked the lump again. Oh my, it seems to have grown! Time to go to Kaiser, whether I have to pay or not. I booked an appointment for the next day at 4:00 PM. Yep, definitely a lump.

Oh dear, the ultrasound department is closed. I need to go back the next day.

Yep, definitely needs to be looked at. Come back Monday for a biopsy. Ouch, that hurt. They should know the results by Thursday.

I told a few people about the lump. Of course, they all assured me it was nothing.

Thursday, I called for the results. They told me they couldn’t give me the results over the phone; that I need to come in on Tuesday. REALLY! I don’t think so! Anyone who knows me, knows that wasn’t going to work for me. I don’t like waiting.

I called my Ob-Gyn. 10 minutes later, I got the call. Yes, Mrs. Durban, you have cancer. It was Thursday, February 15, 2007.

Things became a bit blurry after that. I made calls to my family. Assured them I would be fine. No, I didn’t need anyone to come over and look after me. Yes, if I needed them I would let them know.

I was the healthiest I had been in my life. Ate well, exercised five days a week, and not an ounce of fat on me. It seemed like a strange time for this to happen.

My surgery was Friday, February 23. No big deal, they got that nasty cancer out of my body, right? WRONG! The margin wasn’t clean. Hmmm, maybe had something to do with waiting.

March

Surgery number two was done on March 8. I call that my official “all clear” date.

So, I was good. I caught it early, it was only stage one, and they got it all this time!

My next visit to the doctor, I went alone. I didn’t need anyone to hold my hand. After all, it was a routine follow up. WAIT! What do you mean it was a fast-growing, aggressive cancer, and I have to have chemo and radiation? You told me we caught it early. I wasn’t expecting that!

Now, they want me to put poison in my body. I’m not sure if I want to do that. There must be alternative therapies; let me think about it.

Then my son visited. I looked at his handsome, but sad, face, and knew that I had to do whatever it took to stay alive.

Ok, I would do it. However, I wanted to go to England for my dad’s surprise birthday party first. I will start chemo when I get back. It was so worth it to see the look on his face when he saw me. He hugged me like he never wanted to let go.

Back to reality.

Late 2007

I did everything I could. I took natural products, even though the doctor said I shouldn’t. I took immune builders to help me recover from the dreaded chemo.

Within ten days of my first chemo, my hair started falling out. Within two weeks, I didn’t have a hair on my body. No bad hair days or shaving my legs. See, there are plus sides. It was tough, but I kept reminding myself I have to do whatever it takes.

Next was radiation, five days a week, for five weeks. Step three, bring on the Herceptin. My body did not like it at all. In October, I had to stop because it weakened my heart. Lucky it was strong to start with. It took three years of medication to get it back to normal.

October, 2014

So here I am, over seven years later. I’m still alive and kicking. Cancer picked the wrong person. I’ve always been a survivor, and this was no different.

Do I look at life differently? Sometimes. I don’t let things stress me out as much. I live in acceptance a lot more. I’m grateful for my life, and the people in it. I have amazing friends. So many of them played a part in my journey. They took me to doctor’s visits, did my housework, grocery shopping and babysat me when I came back from chemo.

Some final words: If you find a lump, don’t wait. See a doctor right away. It’s easier to deal with in the early stages, and the survival rate is high. Do whatever it takes to stay alive. Follow your doctor’s advice. Take natural products too. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me at coveredperfectly@gmail.com.

For the next chapter of my story, visit CoveredPerfectly.com.

Update – March 2017

I’m thrilled to be celebrating 10 years in remission and I pray I can say this for many years to come. I still have a yearly mammogram and checkup with my oncologist. It’s very important that you do this, too. Never ignore something different in your body. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.

I’m extremely grateful that I survived; too many people don’t. I pray for the day that the health industry has a cure for this nasty disease.

Pauline and I became fast friends after she emailed to introduce herself, and her pretty line of flattering tops, to FabOverFifty. When I interviewed her, I loved her charming British accent and comfortable personality. Although she’s passionate about a great deal, from her work to her grown son, she doesn’t let idiotic things get in the way of appreciating and enjoying her life, something we must all strive to do better. After reading her essay, I now understand why she refuses to sweat the small things.

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  • claudoo

    Congratulations on what is now 9 years, Pauline. I’m in my 6th year, it’s always reassuring to hear of others who are still going strong so many years after diagnosis. All my best. And, by the way, I’ve got a closet full of your gorgeous Covered Perfectly tops, I love them!

    • I’m so sorry. I came to see if this page was still up and just saw your post. Thank you for your kind words. Congratulations yourself. I’m so happy to hear you are a survivor. Thank you for being a customer, I’m grateful to all they women that have embraced them. Take care.

  • Colleen

    I want to thank you for sharing your story. My daughter has lost two friends to breast cancer in their thirties and both had two young daughters. One was told she was to young to have a mammogram and it was just normal lumps. She followed Dr.s advice and followed up one year later. She was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. It is important to be seen ASAP. You are an inspiration by sharing your story and letting woman know that you can be beat this. We learn from courageous people like you.

    • I’m so sorry that I’ve only just seen your message. Too many people die of cancer it’s heartbreaking. Thank you for your comments and I’m sorry your daughter has had to experience losing friends so young. I lost a nephew to cancer earlier this year, he was just 18. It will be an awesome day when they find a cure for this horrible disease.

  • Susan Street

    You are an inspiration Pauline. Thank you for sharing your story. I know it will be helpful to a lot of people.

    • Pauline Durban

      Thank you Susan.

  • Stillblondeafteralltheseyears

    Pauline is an awesome Woman. I am amazed by every aspect of her story.

    • Pauline Durban

      Thanks Shelley

  • Kathy B

    Congrats but please stay on top of things. In 2006 at age 38 I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My children were 5 years old and 17 months old. I had a double mastectomy, my ovaries removed, did chemo and radiation, 5 years of Femara etc. Two days ago a month from my 8 year cancerversary I was told that the cancer is back, this time metastasized to the bone.

    Keep sharing your story and keep advocating for women. Other than fighting like crazy it’s all we can do.

    • I’m so sorry Kathy that it has come back. We have to stay on top of it and get tested constantly. So glad you did. Fight it with everything you have in you. Lots of love to you!

  • Michelle S

    Congratulations on 7 years and kicking cancer’s butt! You look fantastic!