Metastatic Breast Cancer Awareness day has come and gone , but it coincides with the anniversary of my mom’s death (from cancer, natch), so I didn’t get to really blab about it on the actual day. I want to do that now.

I’ve gotten to know some bloggers who have MBC, and I’ve learned a lot about it. I have an entirely new understanding of it, although I can’t really know what it’s like.

I think about MBC a lot because my brain likes to go to those dark, scary places sometimes when it’s not otherwise occupied with thoughts of what I can cobble together for dinner, whether there’s enough dog food to put off the Costco run, and transporting children to games, practices, and lessons.

When I was newly diagnosed and consulting with oncologists, one of the oncs I didn’t pick said something that has stayed with me. (I didn’t not pick him because he said this, by the way.) He said once a cancer comes back, it’s no longer curable. No matter what stage you start and how fortuitous your prognosis, once it comes back, you move from curable to treatable.

Whoa.

That is frightening.

It’s also true.

I think about recurrence all the time. As in, at least once every day. Not in a wringing my hands kind of way, but in a “this is my reality” kind of way. I’ve done my homework and I’m very realistic. I would be surprised to skate outta this life without cancer yet again crashing my party.

Even though I feel like I did everything right, there is no guarantee that I won’t face recurrence. Bilateral mastectomy at age 41 seems drastic, but I like slash & burn warfare. Even though I have no breast tissue, I am not guaranteed that breast cancer won’t come back. My rate of recurrence is low, statistically, but as I’ve learned the hard way, stats don’t guarantee anything either.

I’m not saying this to be negative. No sir. In fact, there’s a tremendous amount of pressure on cancer patients, especially those with breast cancer, to be positive, to be optimistic, to be chipper about the fight. The irascible Molly Ivins spoke on this topic better than anyone:

“I suspect that cancer doesn’t give a rat’s ass whether you have a positive mental attitude. It just sits in there multiplying away, whether you are admirably stoic or weeping and wailing. The only reason to have a positive mental attitude is that it makes life better. It doesn’t cure cancer.”

Amen to that.

Molly also said this about BC: “Having breast cancer is massive amounts of no fun. First they mutilate you; then they poison you; then they burn you. I have been on blind dates better than that.”

But my favorite thing she said about BC is this:

“Losing a part of a breast or all of one or both has, obviously, serious psychological consequences. Your self-image, your sense of yourself as a woman, your sense of your sexual attractiveness are going to be rocked whether or not you have enough sense to realize that tits aren’t that important. I am one of those people who are out of touch with their emotions. I tend to treat my emotions like unpleasant relatives–a long-distance call once or twice or year is more than enough. If I got in touch with them, they might come to stay. My friend Mercedes Pena made me get in touch with my emotions just before I had a breast cut off. Just as I suspected, they were awful. ‘How do you Latinas do this–all the time in touch with your emotions?”‘I asked her. ‘That’s why we take siestas,’ she replied.”

Molly Ivins died of metastatic breast cancer on January 31, 2007 at age 62. I miss her sass, her liberal bias, and her writing about politicians who are “too big for their britches.” Anyone who uses that expression regularly will always have a seat at my table. The following 13 facts are  in her honor. It’s not much, Molly, but I hope it’s something.

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13 Facts Everyone Should Know about Metastatic Breast Cancer