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Asking for and accepting help

This is a continuation of my last blog post https://theboobee.blog/2025/02/19/to-tell-or-not-to-tell/. What happens once people know…..

I have never been very good at accepting help. I never, never ask anyone for help, because in my mind it is a sign of weakness. To me, it means I am not capable of sorting myself out. I would rather ‘bust a gut’, ‘run around like a headless chicken’ and almost systematically feed my anxiety, just to prove I can do it all.

But the situation I now find myself in, has made me look back and realise how silly that all sounds. Who was I trying to prove myself to??

The answer of course is……………. me. No one else ever put that pressure on me or expected me to do everything…………… except perhaps my children. But, that is purely because I created that kind of environment and those expectations at home. I did so much for them, that it became an expectation.

In this modern world, everyone is busy and caught up in their own stuff. None of us are immune. Sometimes we completely loose sight of those around us and what they can do for us, but also what we can do for them. We are afraid to put burdens on each other because we are barely coping with our own shit, without taking on someone else’s.

But when something like the big C comes along, somehow an army of people around me, created space in their lives to help. From meals and baking that arrived on my doorstep, to the crafts and activities, to the friend who sat and crafted with me, to those that drove me places, to those that made sure my children were doing ok, to medical advice and supplies, to today’s homegrown vegetable delivery and weeks of beautiful messages of support.

I didn’t ask for any of it, but I certainly appreciated every single bit of it. And for the first time I was able to accept it all without feeling terrible about troubling people. It’s because I felt like a had a valid excuse to accept it! (So silly) But what I noticed, was how much they were getting out of it too. Not only was it helping me, it was helping them to feel useful and needed.

It is proven that volunteering is one of the most healthy things you can do for yourself. It offers a sense of fulfilment, breaks your daily routine and offers new relationships. The whole crux of being needed as a volunteer is that someone asked for help in the first place. Nothing to be ashamed of, but something to be celebrated. It shows bravery, self awareness and a healthy knowledge of boundaries and capabilities.

So, one of the many things I am learning on this is journey, is that it is okay to admit you need help, to accept the help of friends and family as well as strangers. You never know what beautiful relationships may develop.

Lending a helping hand

I received a message of well wishes the other day from a lady whose dog my daughter and I walked for 2 years when she was not able. We developed a special relationship that I had almost forgotten about because I was too ‘busy’. Her circumstances changed and we rarely see her. Having heard my news, she sent messages of love and support.

It reminded me that, although it is impossible to keep every relationship alive and current, we can always send our love when needed, and whatever little thing we can do to help, will be appreciated. And, above all……… when you need it……….. never be afraid to ask for help.

Ax

P.S Let’s see if I can heed my own advice!

Finding the lump

I’m going to step back a bit and tell you how I found my nasty little cancer. Being in the industry it would be remiss of me not to….

I have had biannual mammograms since I was 40. I always practiced what I preached. But, prior to that, my breasts were troublesome. The first biopsy I had was back when I was at university, we were studying mammography and I found a lump. I had an ultrasound and a fine needle aspiration (FNA). It showed nothing abnormal, but the lump remained.

After having my first child and while breast feeding, I found another lump. Ultrasounds and another FNA identified a blocked duct. Phew. For a decade or so my breasts behaved.

Then, in my late 30s I had a third ultrasound. I can’t remember if I found another lump or if the doctor just sent me for an ultrasound because they were lumpy. This ultrasound was interesting.

Machines and resolution had improved so much and the sonographer was able to determine that the first lump (from back at uni) was a lymph node sitting in my breast. A slightly unusual place for a node but nothing to worry about and finally an explanation for my lump. She also found cysts, and lots of them.

Once I started having mammograms my report always said that I had dense breasts. It recommended I see the GP who, given my history, routinely sent me for an ultrasound. Several times, this lead to more biopsies of complex cysts.

In the industry we would say that I had ‘busy’ breasts. I was every sonographer’s worst nightmare, locating, comparing and documenting multiple cysts is never fun.

18 months ago I had my mammogram as normal, followed by an ultrasound. Everything seemed stable and no biopsy was needed. They were their usual ‘busy’ selves.

Given the nature of my breasts, I always found self examination difficult. My breasts were full of lumps and bumps. But, on a regular basis I tried my best. In November 2024, I felt something unusual. It was much harder than the rest of my tissue, sitting deep to the inferior aspect of my nipple, about the size of a small grape.

For a few weeks I continued to feel it. Then I scanned myself (ultrasound). What I saw was not an obvious cancer but an unusual area, in fact I had never seen anything like it. Still I waited. I scanned myself again. No change.

I went to the GP who agreed she could feel something. She referred me for a ‘proper’ ultrasound and told me it was time to step out from being an imaging professional and into the patient role. Gulp.

I was super busy with work, finishing a tafe course, and general family life. It took me a little while to co-ordinate a time with my colleague (she offered to stay back late, come in early, work through lunch whatever it took…… but I was busy). Finally I got there, 2 days before Christmas. My colleagues were amazing, I went from ultrasound to contrast mammogram to biopsy in one afternoon. By the end of the day, I knew. I didn’t have pathology results, but I knew.

If you’ve been reading my blogs you’ll know the torment of the waiting over Christmas and all I could think was…….. Amber, you could have done this weeks ago but you were too ‘busy’.

I know many women find themselves in this situation, putting themselves last on their list of priorities. I don’t know how we change, but this has been an illustration of why we shouldn’t do it. It’s also an illustration of the value in knowing your own body and using all of the resources out there to detect cancer early.

I got it early, but I will always think, I could have got it earlier if I, and my breasts weren’t so dam ‘busy’.

Ax

Glossary:

Cyst – fluid filled pocket. Benign, very common, particularly around peri-menopause.

Dense breasts – breasts that have a higher percentage of fibro-glandular breast tissue compared to fat. This type of breast is normal and relatively common, but it does increase the risk of breast cancer. It also makes mammograms more difficult to read. But, this does not mean mammograms are not valuable with this type of breast, they most certainly are. Some cancers can only ever be detected on mammograms.

For more information on dense breasts click here:

https://www.breastscreen.health.wa.gov.au/Breast-screening/Dense-breasts