It doesn’t matter what you name it. It’s TEAL. It’s Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month – a very important cause.
Pay attention. Do some good for the cause.
~ The Nugget
It doesn’t matter what you name it. It’s TEAL. It’s Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month – a very important cause.
Pay attention. Do some good for the cause.
~ The Nugget
When the compunction to do something right arrives… I just do it.
There is no hemming, hawing or mulling. There is a bunch of doing.
My sister Maven is gone, but her memory lives on and on. I intend to keep it that way, and to pave the way for women to not die from the horror of Ovarian Cancer one day in the future.
I don’t need to say much more, but
but we all must do our part to change the bad things in this world.
Here’s a way you can participate.
You can also help by trying out L’Oreal Paris’ Color of Hope line of makeup (available at most drugstores), as a portion of all sales go to the Ovarian Cancer Research Fund as well!
You see? Once again I am overjoyed by you. I knew you were a good person!
#OvarianCancer #OCAM #Teal #OCRF
This morning I attended a taping of The Doctors television show here in Los Angeles. I’ve been to The Doctors TV show before, but then, I appeared on it (you can watch part of that story below). This time, the show producers reached out to the people of FORCE (who are a force to be reckoned with, I might add) to elicit their members to be a part of the audience for a special show on the secrets of our Genes. FORCE is an organization, “Facing our Risk of Cancer Empowered,” which serves to empower people who’ve tested positive for hereditary breast and ovarian cancer, or the BRCA 1 or 2 genetic mutations.
Let’s just say, I was a PROUD member of that audience. Be on the lookout for the episode. It will be titled something like “The Secrets of Our Genes.” They weren’t sure of the air date today when we taped it… sorry!
On that note, I’m sending up a smoke signal and a HUGE MOFO SHOUT OUT TO MY BROTHAH & SISTAH “PREVIVORS” (a previvor is someone who alleviates cancer before it can ever occur, either by mega super medical screenings, or by surgery)!
You are all beautiful, sexy, incredible specimens, and I’m so fantastically fortunate to be counted among you.
Here is the very video I spoke of above, for your viewing, commenting and sharing pleasure (and NO, I was not holding the camera while driving. It was propped!)
By now most anyone who follows my blog, reads my articles or watches my videos all over cyberspace knows that I have the BRCA2 genetic mutation for Breast and Ovarian Cancer. As a result of discovering this, I opted back in late 2011 and early 2012 to have all of the lovely procedures necessary to alleviate most of my risk (think Angelina Jolie… No. I mean it. Picture her, because I’m pretty sure I didn’t pull of the glamorous/beautiful thing during those months. I had the puffy/pale thing DOWN though.). You can read any of the articles I’ve written on the subject by clicking here, here, or here. You can also see coverage and interviews about said procedures on national television and other places by perusing my personal website with most of those links here. In light of my decision, I’ve written a Dear John letter to my ovaries. For anyone who’s ever had ovaries or known anyone with them (and particularly if anyone has witnessed the effects of Ovarian cancer, or lived through it), you should be able to relate to this.
We’ve been together a long, long time. You’ve been a significant part of my life – well – forever, and lived with me through everything – the good, the bad and the ugly. Despite all of that, our relationship has seen its share of ups and downs, to say the least.
Ovaries… I never got over how after our initial thirteen years of peaceful bliss together, things suddenly changed. You got all… gushy and stuff. Was it a mid-life crisis? I guess I’ll never know… but I felt like you became so “high maintenance” then. And it never let up. In fact, every single month for about a week or so, like clockwork, something happened and you required unbelievable amounts of extra attention. Everything became all about “you.” It was bleeding our relationship dry. From that point on, things between us became – well – strained.
I gained a deeper understanding of our relationship, when I had given birth to my two boys. Somehow, I thought we were destined for better times. I must admit, I made the same mistake that many do, when I thought having the kids would make it all better. On the contrary, the kids needed my attention as well, and I wanted to give everything to them. But your high maintenance shenanigans never let up, and frankly, I didn’t need all the extra effort, energy and work. Sometimes it affected me so much I had to be medicated, ovaries. It wasn’t pretty.
And so, my dear ovaries, you must understand that when I met Brca Gene (Braca for short), I was intrigued. He said everything I needed to hear, and he made things so clear for me. I’d already witnessed my sister’s relationship with her ovaries end horribly. In fact she didn’t make it out alive. I didn’t want that to happen to us, my love. So I saw this as an opportunity… a way to set us both free! Finally you and I both had a chance to be free from the constant neediness… free from the possibility of your getting ill, going insane and turning on me… and free to go on and live our lives… apart (well… that part isn’t probably the best scenario for you, and for that I am sorry).
It hasn’t been an easy decision, ovaries. Honestly, I’ve thought long and hard about this… but after all we’ve been through, and what I now know about you from Braca… well, I’m going to have to say goodbye. It’s been fun, but now it’s over, ovaries.
Sayonara, Adios, Don’t let the door hit you on the ass – uh – tube…
I’m off to live my life with Braca. Don’t think for a minute that I’m naive about this new relationship. I know it will have its own set of challenges, but I’m going in with my eyes wide open and a hopeful outlook for a long life together.
With love and appreciation for all you’ve done in my life…
Enjoy your week everyone!
Love you people!!!!
Ms. Cheevious aka Lisa Jey Davis
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There is something you should know before reading any further: I had my ovaries and tubes taken out on January 6, 2012.
And I mean that literally. You really SHOULD know this. If you read my blogs with the stalker-like commitment I’ve come to know and love, and I’ve worked so hard to teach you, you’d KNOW I was having all these big procedures.
In any case, if you did NOT know, well, now you do. In a nutshell- I have the BRCA2 Genetic Mutation for Breast and Ovarian Cancer. That’s some scary medical speak for “my [cancer] risk is bigger than your risk. So there.”
These “big procedures” were all proactive. There was no stinkin’ cancer there. But I’m not one to play against the odds. I like to win.
Anyway – on to my story.
M.C. Nugget* and I were talking about this whole thing the day after my procedure (that would be the Saturday before last). We discussed whether the hormone medications they prescribed seemed to be working, what were the pros and cons of medical pills vs. all natural, etc. Then Nuggie said, “Well you seem like you’re in pretty good spirits…” in a hopeful, sweet, timid ‘I-hope-she-won’t-hurt-me’ tone (mwaahha ha haaaaa).
Let me back things up here a bit and remind you that I chose to split my various medical procedures up. I opted to have a double mastectomy as well as my tubes and ovaries removed (you can read more in “I’m Too Sexy For My Genes“). I underwent the double mastectomy and reconstruction first. The reason I did not opt to undergo both surgeries at once was because it was just before the holidays, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. What would the recovery be like, and more importantly, would I be a hormonal mess? Would I be running around trying to get ready for the holidays, with my hair on fire? Would I suffer alternating bouts of uncontrollable laughter, to screaming… then weeping? (and we’re only talking about Nuggie here!) So, I did myself and everyone else around me a favor by splitting them up.
Nuggie’s comment about my “good spirits” was in reference to our jokes about that.
We then had a witty little discourse that went something like this:
ME: You know, my sister Ice Tay* had a full hysterectomy, and I remember she use to still suffer the effects of PMS. I’m not sure if she still does.
NUGGIE: Really? Like mood swings and cramps and stuff?
ME: Yep. So, you never know. I could be all happy one minute, and then – BAM – It’s just like I never lost my ovaries. What is it that people who lose a limb suffer from?
NUGGIE: You mean Phantom Limb? (laughing)
ME: Yeah! That’s it. I might get Phantom Ovary, ya never know. So watch out.
We laughed of course — mostly at how funny we think we are. But it was a good laugh, for sure.
Then, (and there is always a “then”) I woke up this morning with that familiar achy, lower back pain that would visit me now and then, pre-ovary removal. OY. Could it be??? Phantom Ovary!!! AHHHHHH!!!!
All I can say is, for the sake of all I know and love, I hope not — or — GOD HELP THEM.
That’s it my lovelies. That’s all I got. Have a lovely week! Be sure to keep tuning in to youtube, and reading these posts, because Nuggie is preparing a video of our good times from 2012 – and with some NEVER BEFORE SEEN FOOTAGE!
Love you people!!!!! Mmmmppphhhuuuhhh!!!
*For you newbies out there, Nuggie, aka M.C. Nugget, and Emcee Nugget, is my beau – also formerly known as Fred the Wonder Chicken or FWC. Ice Tay is one of my sisters. I assign “aliases” to all of my friends and family, so their antics and embarrassing moments can remain anonymous. I am the only person I know who doesn’t care if people know what I’ve been up to.
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Buckle up boys and girls. There is a TON of information in this post, all written in true Ms. Cheevious fashion (fun)… You will miss important information if you breeze through, however. If you value your life, take the time to read this. And that’s no joke. It could really make a difference for you or someone you love. Now, dive in and enjoy.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, so I think it only fitting to make this announcement now. No. I don’t have breast cancer. It’s more involved than a simple diagnosis, but it’s important and everyone should be aware of this information, so they too can make informed, proactive decisions as they are able.
This post is in honor of my sister Mary Louise “Mimi” Sherwood Larimore, who passed away in August, 2010, losing her almost 7 year battle to Ovarian Cancer.
Why, dedicate this post to someone who suffered with Ovarian Cancer, when I’ve said clearly it is timely for Breast Cancer Awareness? Well, mostly because I can, but there are other, much more important reasons.
Read on to learn them.
Me, with a lab coat and horn-rimmed glasses.
Now you’re ready.
First off, let me preface the rest of my post with this: I am NOT, in any way shape or form saying that anyone can ever be TOO SEXY (for their genes or otherwise)! No, my dearies, in the long, endless list of things to worry about or avoid, being “too sexy” is not one of them. Also, in this context, I am referring to being SEXY and creating sexiness by staying fit and healthy, which causes our body to become a lean, mean, streamlined, fighting machine. This of course means that in the world of biology, if we do these things, we hope that all pieces of the puzzle communicate, find each other, and fit nicely together. Being TOO SEXY, in my case means this: FOR GODDSAKES! Here I am working my ASS off (pun intended), mostly for the health benefits, and in this particular case, it really didn’t make a bit of difference.
So, apparently I am WAY too sexy for my genes…. My little puzzle pieces (genes) just can’t keep up with me. Or, as I’m told, at least one of them can’t. But can you blame ’em? The mere pace I keep in life alone causes grown men to cry… (insert evil laugh) but that is another topic for another time.
Many of you, if you’ve followed my blogs, and my vlogs on my YouTube channel, know that my beloved, beautiful sister Mimi Sherwood Larimore lost her battle with Ovarian Cancer in August of 2010. Her ongoing battle was horrific to behold (even from a distance), but in true Sherwood Girl fashion, we all believed she would conquer the scourge that besieged her body. We all supported her belief, wholeheartedly.
Her illness prompted my gynecologist to begin a personal campaign to get me to the genetic specialists at Cedars Sinai in Los Angeles. And when my sister passed away, without having opted for genetic screening, my doc turned up the heat. She REALLY wanted me to be screened for Ovarian / Breast Cancer (they are related) gene mutations. So I succumbed. This time, I had no excuse, because I knew I wanted to know, but in the year past, my insurance would not have covered such a test. This was not the case this time around. My insurance covered 90% of the screening. I also learned insurance companies are prohibited by law from discriminating based on genetic testing.
I’ll cut to the chase here. I went in for the screening, and then went in for my results, and more to the shock of the genetics counselors than to myself, I tested positive for the BRCA2 Genetic Mutation.The shock was because even with TEN FRIGGIN SIBLINGS, I had only one first degree relative with ovarian cancer, and none with breast cancer (although the BRCA2 gene is indicative of the risk increasing with age). None of us is absolutely certain whether our father’s cancer – which was only discovered two days prior to his death – and running rampant throughout his mid-section – was prostate, stomach or pancreatic cancer – or not – (also high-risk cancers for BRCA2 mutation carriers). Our mother did not have it (she had lymphoma). There was a second degree relative with Ovarian tumors at a young age, but that was about it! So yes, the genetics experts at Cedars were quite surprised.
I’m not sure what to make of the image below… but it matches the lab coat thing we got goin’ on here, and gee, it sure is pretty. If you are a true GEEK, perhaps you can post a reply below and enlighten us. But explain it slowly and in three and four letter words if at all possible.
Who would have THUNK something with the ability to wreak such havoc, could come from either one of these gorgeous people?
That is my mom, Nereide Frances Padalino Sherwood, holding my oldest brother, with my dad, Orville Joseph Sherwood.
Yes, my little Hottie-McHottlesteins, I am old enough to have parents who were having kids in the NINETEEN-FORTIES… but just BARELY. My parents had me when they were late into their SEVENTIES. I PROMISE. 🙂 It was a miracle, and was featured in the National Enquirer, and everything… SWEAR. TO. GOD.
Anyway – back to my lab coat and horn-rimmed glasses… and to the Genetics Counselors at Cedars Sinai:
They explained that our bodies read genetic code as such:
Genes are read in three “letter” sequences. But every three letters must “make sense” or “spell” something… so a correct set of code may look like this:
But when a mutation occurs, an extra “letter” – like an “A” is inserted, which sets all the code off and causes all kinds of mayhem in your body. It may look like this:
So, why only these cancers (Ovarian, Breast and lesser known cancers) then? Why wouldn’t this screw up our entire bodies? Why wouldn’t there be a risk of brain tumors or whatever?
Well, they said it’s like a library. The brain tissue or liver tissue, etc… it never has to access this code. This code is only accessed by breast and ovary tissue most of the time, and the prostate and pancreas (and other parts of the body) some times. So that’s why you don’t get bone cancer, or a brain tumor, etc…
Additionally they provided these nice little statistics of RISKS for me to think about (and share with any and all blood relatives):
Risk for Early onset (around 50 yrs) Prostate Cancer:
Those with mutated Gene: 20% (goes up with age, significantly)
General Population: 5% (goes up with age after 70)
Risk for Breast Cancer:
With mutated gene: 5-7%
General Population: <1%
Risk for Pancreatic Cancer:
With gene: 2-4 %
Gen population: <1%
Risk for Breast cancer:
With gene mutation: avg 80% (risk increases with age up to 87% or more)
without (general population): 7%
Risk for Ovarian cancer between age 50-70:
With gene mutation: 19-27%
Without (general pop): 1.7%
Risk for Ovarian cancer from 70 and up:
With Gene mutation: 27-44%
General population: < 2%
So, in my results appointment, my Genetics counselors discussed the options available to me with this new information. There were a few choices but I opted for the most aggressive approach to eradicating my elevated risks. For me it was simple. I saw what my sister and her loved ones went through. I have had my kids, and hell, I had a breast lift to improve my appearance after nursing my kids years ago!
Sometime in the next couple of months, I am undergoing a double prophylactic mastectomy (with breast reconstruction and implants) and at the same time, will have them remove my ovaries and tubes. There are other factors that can further complicate the surgery (for instance, if they see something questionable while in there, etc.) but we’re assuming I am extremely healthy and doing this solely for preventative measures.
So why the long, drawn out post, with all these details? Well, because.
I share everything with you people.
And there is a lesson in all of this for you: Don’t be too sexy for your genes. Get screened.
Don’t think you are too good, too healthy, too anything to NOT be screened. Don’t NOT be screened for any of the wrong reasons. If you have relatives who’ve suffered from Breast or Ovarian cancer (maybe even Pancreatic or Prostate cancers – ask your doctor), then ask about it and don’t allow FEAR of the unknown, or KNOWN to rule your life.
If you are looking for a conservative approach to life, and want to find a blog that praises you for taking no risks while safely maneuvering through the twists and turns on life’s road – you have come to the wrong place.
Hello! I am Ms. Cheevious! Adventurous – Fun – Cute – Cuddly (just making sure you’re still there) – and I really do try with all of my heart to be brave and make BRAVE choices. Being brave is a choice and bravery is something you must consciously make an effort to practice.
I love life, and I really do – on purpose – take REAL, sometimes SCARY, LIFE-CHANGING RISKS. Not always. But I certainly try not to make choices out of fear. And yet, somehow I still ENJOY EVERY MOMENT, and I have no regrets. I truly believe this quote, and I’ve used it before:
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming, ‘Wow. What a ride!’ ”
You can do that too, if you so choose. I’m here to cheer you on. We are ALL here to cheer you on!
Here’s a tweet you can copy and paste into twitter to encourage others too – especially in October for Breast Cancer Awareness Month:
They’re MY boobs, and I’m quite attached! Get screened ladies. It can save your life! @mscheevious #breastcancerawareness
And guess what? Now that you’ve made it this far – here is the REAL announcement! HA!
You’ll soon be able to SEE and HEAR more about this journey, because I’m scheduled to be on an episode of The Doctors with my reconstructive surgeon Dr. Lisa Cassileth, who has a breakthrough procedure for reconstruction after mastectomy, called the Cassileth One-Stage Breast Reconstruction (you can read more about that here). We are taping our episode soon, but check your local listings for The Doctors. COOL, EH!!??? I’m also videoing everything and hope to produce a documentary. Fingers crossed.
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That’s it for now… Stay tuned!
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