I've been following this thread (and prior ones) for a while and thought I would finally chip in. I'm in my early 40s and have been living with my ER+ breast tumor (I named him Chad) and spine bone mets for the last 18 months. Or rather longer than that, just it was finally diagnosed 18 months ago. No family history either side, so the positive BRCA1 test I had done privately was more than a bit of a shock. Guess that explains the early cancer. In a way it was almost a relief to find out it was genetic, even if it had been hidden for many generations, and not like I hadn't eaten enough blueberries or salmon or whatever.
Its a shit hand, and I fell on the wrong side of all the statistics, but the first line anti-hormonal cocktail (letrozole, palbo, denosumab, zoladex) has done a great job getting the bones to heal and has taken 2cm off Chad. Other than the menopause weight gain (conveniently timed with lockdown) you would never know anything was amiss.
So while its great to live a moderately normal life, the body image thing has definitely started bothering me more lately. I feel embarrassed changing in front of my partner, I don't like these new varicose veins, how cancer boob is now a quarter cup size smaller than the healthy side so my shirts pull, how dry my skin is no matter how many lotions are applied.
Today I went in for a gynae surgery consult to schedule ovary removal and a nurse said "excuse me sir" to me when she came in. She quickly corrected herself - my back WAS to the door and I had Covid hair that too much product and a windy day turned into something akin to a souffle - but cmon lady, really? Its sort of funny, but that, along with the subsequent super fun pelvic exam and questions about sexual activity (uh, none?), didn't help the ol' self esteem.
I have a couple weeks until the surgery if I can keep my neutrophil count up (and thanks for the earlier tips on filgrastim injections as I have a party pack of those in the fridge) so I am going to try to take a few kilos off as a goal.