Timing is Everything

This is National Hereditary Breast and Ovarian Cancer (HBOC) Week, from September 29 – October 5, a bridge between the lesser-known role of September as Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month and October’s well-established position as Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

And, totally coincidentally, this week also marks my first blog post here at Elevated Risk.  I didn’t plan it that way – nothing so organized, it’s just when I got things ready to go – but it is almost eerily appropriate that these two events coincide.  Because if it weren’t for HBOC touching my family, I wouldn’t be writing these words.

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Timing, it seems, is everything.  In more ways than one.

We learned about our familial BRCA mutation because at age 69 my mother got breast cancer – early stage and small, treated with lumpectomy and radiation – in October of 2004.  Five years later, at age 74, she was diagnosed with stage IIIC ovarian cancer.  Mom had a massive abdominal surgery followed by six chemo sessions.  (Thankfully, and amazingly, she has been in remission since the conclusion of that treatment.)

As a small family we had no other cases to go on but those two cancers in one patient were enough of a red flag to get her tested for a BRCA mutation, after we pushed her doctor to do so.

In the early summer of 2010 she was identified as BRCA2+.

But that knowledge came too late for her in many ways – she’d already gotten two cancers.  Her medical care and screening going forward could be informed by the knowledge of her BRCA status, but so much damage had already been done.

My timing was luckier.

In July 2010, age 47, I learned that I too was BRCA+, having inherited Mom’s mutation.  But I was in a completely different position than she had been.  I was a previvor, a term coined by FORCE (the national non-profit that supports families and individuals affected by HBOC) to mean people living with a high risk of cancer but not yet diagnosed with it.

I would give anything to be able go back in time to 1982 – the year my mom was 47 – and warn her, head off the medical storm that was brewing inside her genes.

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I could take proactive steps in a way that my mom was never able to do.  I got my ovaries and fallopian tubes removed right away.  There is no good screening test for ovarian cancer and I was finished having kids.  My pathology report found a precancerous spot on one of my ovaries, but it never got a chance to develop into anything more.   And I had choices about how to handle the risk that I would develop breast cancer: either prophylactic mastectomy (PBM) or enhanced screening.

I chose the latter, so I get a mammogram every December and a breast MRI every June.  It is not prevention, but any breast cancer I get will hopefully be early stage and treatable.  Today, many scans and several biopsies later, so far no cancer.

The BRCA1 gene was discovered in 1990 and BRCA2 in 1994.  So even just 20 years ago, there was no BRCA test for somebody concerned about a possible inherited cancer risk.   My unknown ancestors or yours might well have noticed a disquieting pattern of breast and/or ovarian cancer but had no way to learn more.  We do.  And my children and potential future grandchildren – and yours – will benefit from all the advances yet to come.

It’s really all about the timing.

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