Please Read....So Important

Please Read This. I have been following Toddler Planet for a few months now and she is in my prayers daily. Before stumbling on this blog, I had never heard of IBC, Inflammatory Breast Cancer.

And I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't believe that it exists. I couldn't believe that most women have never heard of it.
I couldn't believe how much it scared me.

Toddler Planet is trying to get the word out. She is bravely fightening this cancer and undergoing 5 rounds of chemo while raising two very young boys and educating others on this aggressive cancer that strikes without the lump we have been taught to look for.

(The following post is copied from Toddler Planet with permission)


Because I’m not ready to move on
Friday July 27th 2007, 9:10 pm Filed under: breast cancer
Because I’m not ready to move on, I’m reposting this tonight to put it front and center. The word is getting out. The post is catching on. It’s been on 40 60 blogs so far this week, and counting. I’ll tell you where it’s been and post a roundup with links later this weekend so you can visit these lovely women (all women so far, except for Looky, Daddy!) if you like. They are all beautiful.
If you haven’t posted this yet, please feel free to copy and paste it at will. Your blog reaches places and women that mine doesn’t. Your blog can be part of this effort to save someone else’s life.
Thank you.
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We hear a lot about breast cancer these days. One in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetimes, and there are millions living with it in the U.S. today alone. But did you know that there is more than one type of breast cancer?
I didn’t. I thought that breast cancer was all the same. I figured that if I did my monthly breast self-exams, and found no lump, I’d be fine.
Oops. It turns out that you don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer. Six weeks ago, I went to my OB/GYN because my breast felt funny. It was red, hot, inflamed, and the skin looked…funny. But there was no lump, so I wasn’t worried. I should have been. After a round of antibiotics didn’t clear up the inflammation, my doctor sent me to a breast specialist and did a skin punch biopsy. That test showed that I have inflammatory breast cancer, a very aggressive cancer that can be deadly.
Inflammatory breast cancer is often misdiagnosed as mastitis because many doctors have never seen it before and consider it rare. “Rare” or not, there are over 100,000 women in the U.S. with this cancer right now; only half will survive five years. Please call your OB/GYN if you experience several of the following symptoms in your breast, or any unusual changes: redness, rapid increase in size of one breast, persistent itching of breast or nipple, thickening of breast tissue, stabbing pain, soreness, swelling under the arm, dimpling or ridging (for example, when you take your bra off, the bra marks stay – for a while), flattening or retracting of the nipple, or a texture that looks or feels like an orange (called peau d’orange). Ask if your GYN is familiar with inflammatory breast cancer, and tell her that you’re concerned and want to come in to rule it out.
There is more than one kind of breast cancer. Inflammatory breast cancer is the most aggressive form of breast cancer out there, and early detection is critical. It’s not usually detected by mammogram. It does not usually present with a lump. It may be overlooked with all of the changes that our breasts undergo during the years when we’re pregnant and/or nursing our little ones. It’s important not to miss this one.
Inflammatory breast cancer is detected by women and their doctors who notice a change in one of their breasts. If you notice a change, call your doctor today. Tell her about it. Tell her that you have a friend with this disease, and it’s trying to kill her. Now you know what I wish I had known before six weeks ago.
You don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer.

P.S. Feel free to steal this post too. I’d be happy for anyone in the blogosphere to take it and put it on their site, no questions asked. Dress it up, dress it down, let it run around the place barefoot. I don’t care. But I want the word to get out. I don’t want another young mom — or old man — or anyone in between — to have to stare at this thing on their chest and wonder, is it mastitis? Is it a rash? Am I overreacting? This cancer moves FAST, and early detection and treatment is critical for survival.
Thank you.