Hey, my name is Keith Willison. I have started fundraising for a wonderful girl called Polly Simpson who was diagnosed with breast cancer whilst pregnant with her second child. We are trying to give her private funding because, despite the fact that her oncologist and the hospital agree that she should have a second mastectomy, and reconstruction, NHS funding was refused. We shall collect enough to get this done for her. I would love everyone to share this blog. Especially my American friends, and those in other parts of the world. Our facebook site is http://www.facebook.com/lollyforpolly2 and our website is http://www.lollyforpolly.com/
Below is Lolly’s own story, as she wrote it for the website. It is quite moving. Thank you for your time
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Hello, My name is Polly I am 37 years old and a mother to two beautiful children.
I have always been an outgoing person and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of every day life. I am very creative and imaginative and always love coming up with new ideas and things to do and make. From the age of 7 my passion was to dance, I loved music and how I just wanted to dance all the time so I started dance classes in my local town. I went to ballet, tap, disco and rock n roll. As the years went on I realised that this was my dream and that I wanted to dance all the time so I started doing exams, shows and competitions. I loved it so much that I started to help out in the classes back then we had tape cassettes and record players. I had a wonderful teacher Joy who became a very close friend, she inspired me to dance just like the greats Gene Kelly and one of the most amazing artists Michael Jackson. His enthusiasm for music and to dance inspired me the most. I continued to Dance til late in my 20’s but then moved away to Birmingham for a short time.
Once I moved back to my home town I started up dancing again this time doing Ballroom & Latin this was so different to what I was use to but it was a challenge. I did this for a couple of years but then had my first Baby Breea. In 2012 I wanted to be creative so I started making Nappy Cakes, Baby Clothes Bouquets and found I was quite good at them I also found a love in painting Peg Dolls and still paint them now.
December of that year should have been an exciting time as I was looking forward to Christmas as Breea was two and a half and she could understand a little more of the festive season. I was also around 4 months pregnant and excited about the new arrival of a baby in May 2013. But the excitement was short lived because one night I had a bath and decided to get in my pyjamas early and have a chill out night watching telly. Something, I’m not sure what but something came in to my mind and said for me to check my breasts and I did, I lay on the bed and had a feel, I was very bad as I had hardly checked before. As I lay there my hand came across a pea sized hard lump on my left breast.
That hot feeling and the feeling of dread suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks and I just completely froze. I quickly got up and thought it must be a cyst, I phoned my mum who said don’t worry it’s a pregnancy lump so I got on with my evening although something was niggling me at the back of my mind.
The following Monday I went to the doctor, she felt it and said she wasn’t too worried but she would send me to the Breast Clinic to have it checked. Two weeks later I was sitting in the clinics waiting room late afternoon. It was getting closer to Christmas so it was cold and dark outside and everyone was in the festive spirit.
I was called in to have a Mammogram and an ultra sound and I can remember thinking that I was the only young woman in there so it felt a little strange. The consultant called me in and asked to feel the lump and said “I will be honest I am a little worried” and said he needed to take a biopsy. He did and sent it off for testing straight away.
Whilst I was waiting I looked at the clock and thought wow we’ve been here ages I should be at home reading Breea her story and putting her to bed, not here in this cynical place.
I was called back in and my biggest fear was confirmed “You have Breast Cancer and it has gone to your Lymph” I just sat there silent for a few minutes and then looked at my mum “I cant” I said “I’m only 35, I’m a mum and I’m having a baby” I was in complete shock and that’s when it hit me, I have cancer” The consultant seemed very troubled at this point “the pregnancy” he said, “you may have to consider a termination” did I just hear that right I thought? Termination?
I needed to have treatment which would mean either my breast off or a lumpectomy and definitely chemotherapy, but as I was pregnant a lumpectomy would mean radiotherapy and I would not have been able to have that whilst pregnant. The biggest worry of all was having chemo as this was poison to my body and this could harm my baby.
I had various meetings over the next few days with the Paediatric consultants who also thought my only option would be to terminate and that if I decided to go ahead with the pregnancy my survival chances could be less. I also could be made infertile from treatment so this would possibly be my last chance of having a baby.
Wow that was a lot to take in how could I make this awful decision? That was until I met my oncologist Dr Thomas, he had researched this very carefully as he knew about my situation, and it was he that I put my whole faith in to. He said that research had shown that baby’s who had been in the womb when their mothers had gone through Chemo had very minimal side effects if any and the most common side effects were smaller birth weights. Although there were always risks and it would be my decision what I chose to do.
I met with my breast consultant a few days later and told him “I want a full mastectomy and I am keeping my baby” “ok” he said “if that is what you want I will not hang about and although I’m busy doing operations that day, I will book you in on December 27th”
Wow that’s next week I thought, the day after boxing day.
Christmas was one of the most emotional times for me because I really didn’t know if I would get to see another as by this time I had read all the details about breast cancer and how it could return or spread else where, and this really did play with my mind and over the days that little dark figure would sit on my shoulder popping those very dark thoughts in to my head.
I can remember reading Breea a story and as I did the tears kept falling down on to the bed. Whilst she unwrapped her presents at Christmas I cried too because the thought of her growing up without me was unbearable. We took lots of pictures in case I was not here the following year, well me being negative made sure pictures were taken as that was how my mind was.
DECEMBER 27th Eeek it was that gloomy day I had to be there early 7am . So my partner Rich and Breea took me to the hospital and left me there for my op. I waited until 4pm until I eventually got wheeled down, I just remember seeing my mum as I was wheeled off in one direction in tears and my mum was going in to the lift the other way crying too. To say I was scared was an understatement I was so scared of not waking up and if the baby would be ok.
7pm was the time when I eventually came round and the first thing I said was “oh no I’ve missed my dinner” typical always thinking of my stomach not what I’d just had to go through. I managed to look down at the bandages to what use to be my breast to now a flat nothing.
I can’t recall crying just relieved that they had taken that thing away, that thing that had tried to kill me. All had gone well with the op and they had told me they had removed all the Lymph nodes from my armpit. Later that evening they listened for the heart beat of the baby. The ward went quiet waiting to hear it and there it was, beat beat beat. That was the moment I cried.
I recovered quite quickly from the operation, and I didn’t cry when I eventually saw my scar I just felt angry that I didn’t feel like a woman anymore, but I did feel thankful that I had got through this stage. Now it was time to prepare myself for chemo, because 2 weeks later in January 2013 I started my 7 hits of the powerful drug.
By the time I started chemo they had found out that my cancer was Triple Negative which meant it was not fed by hormones, this would mean I would have to be tested for the Brac1 & Brac2 gene. I had the test and although my Nan had breast cancer on my dads side of the family and my great aunt on my mums side. The gene came back negative so I guess I was just one of the unlucky ones for getting it. They also told me that they had removed 26 lymph nodes and only one tested positive for cancer cells.
The first Chemo session was very upsetting for me as not only was I worried about my unborn child but I was worried about losing my hair and the side effects of the drugs. I can remember walking in there and seeing lots of older patients and I just sat and burst in to tears, but I eventually got use to the idea and was hooked up to a drip and so the poison began to be put in my body.
At this time in my cancer journey I had joined a wonderful support group on face book YBCN (younger breast cancer network) set up by a lady in Manchester who had gone through the same a year or so before and found she had no one to talk to so set up the group. This group became my rock and I found comfort in it day and night, sharing experiences, helping to cheer each other up as well as crying to each other and sharing our darkest fears. It was here that I met another 5 ladies who were pregnant too so I didn’t feel completely alone. I also met ladies who lived in a town near me whom I became friends with and would regularly meet up. This became my world and I was wrapped up in this cancer bubble where I felt safe with people in a similar situation as me.
I had Four lots of FEC chemo and after the first two my hair began to fall out and I decided to shave it off. My partner did this for me with my little girl watching so we tried to make it a fun thing for her. I know when she went to bed I cried and I cried and I cried. To me losing my breast was nothing but losing my hair made me feel like a hideous freak. That and the weight gain from the steroids I felt miserable, unattractive and just wanted to curl up and give up.
But I didn’t, somewhere within me I found my strength to get on with it, luckily for me I had relatively few side effects from chemo and as my bump got bigger the reality that I soon would have a new baby would kick in. I still didn’t get excited though like new mums to be, I didn’t want to shop for new baby things as it was all so uncertain and by this time they had told me I had got complete Placenta Previa which now was a complication to my pregnancy. This would mean I couldn’t give birth naturally and that I would have to have a C-section. My oncologist was quite worried about this as I may have to have a delay in chemo and also my immune system would be low, meaning I could get an infection and not heal properly.
April 8th 2013 I was admitted to A&E with a high temperature feeling unwell as that day my daughter had had the sick bug. Because of the chemo 2 weeks before I had picked this bug up too but had to be checked at A&E for other infections. As I was there I too was sick which brought on my labour unexpectedly and had to be rushed in for an emergency C-section. It was one of the most traumatic times of my life. I was on my own with only nurses around me.
At around 7am on the 9th of April 2013 my little Alfie was born weighing 5lbs 13oz 5 weeks early. I didn’t get a chance to see him properly as he was rushed off to be resuscitated and to have a blood transfusion. I too had one at this point and was then put in recovery to rest.
It was 11pm that night when I eventually got to hold him in my arms this tiny little person who I thought I would never get to meet, he had tubes and pipes in him but he still managed to look up at me and my heart melted and the tears just fell. I really could not believe that he had made it here through everything and for a moment in time all the bad stuff that had happened just vanished. I went back to the ward happy but also sad as that little dark figure on my shoulder kept pushing those horrid thoughts back in my mind that I will not be here to see my children grow up. So hard to push those feeling aside knowing I had to be a strong mum and be there for my children as daily routines still had to continue.
After a week in hospital Alfie and I came home and the bonding stage could continue. I wont lie the next few months for me was hard emotionally and physically not only did I have a new-born and a toddler but I also had to start another tough regime of Chemo this time 3 lots of Tax this was tough because it made all my bones ache and there were some days I did not have the strength to lift my baby. But I did and I plodded on with night feeds, changes and looked after my little girl too. Rich had gone back to work so I had to do it alone, with the help of some friends and family.
My Chemo ended middle of June 2013 and over the on coming months my hair began to grow back tuft by tuft. This for me was so exciting as I longed to have my long hair back as I always took pride in my appearance, although now I still felt hideous. Gradually I started to get my life back although physically I was drained most days and those bad thoughts still loomed in my mind. Its so hard to stay positive like people say some people just can be that way whilst others find it hard to do and I’m one of those people.
Christmas 2013 came and I couldn’t believe I was still here because I didn’t think I would see one let alone two Christmases. I enjoyed the festive season with my baby, little girl and Rich.
Unfortunately my relationship broke up in February 2014 the pressure of it all got too much and as I had realised just how short life really is I took the decision that I had to get out and be on my own with my two children. It was the hardest thing I had to do but it was also the best thing I have done. Rich and I remain friends and he is still very much apart of the children’s lives.
I am now settled in a house where I grew up, Breea is starting School this September and I will get to see her on her first day. At the moment I am fighting to get the funding to have my other breast removed. I have contacted different areas to fund it but have been refused on the basis that I am not a gene carrier yet in some areas I know they will fund a double mastectomy as I know people who have had it done and not been gene carriers.
It’s a postcode lottery and I unfortunately live or lived in an area that will not fund this surgery. They also feel that the cancer is more likely to could come back else if it does, rather than back in the other breast. I am a young woman who not only wants to be here to see my kids grow up and if I feel removing my other breast will help towards this, I really don’t think I should be declined. Its been an emotional journey and a tough ride to ride. I want to feel like a woman again, I want my breasts to look the same because I know when I look in the mirror those scars will still be there and I will live with it for the rest of my life. Its who I am now and it is apart of me but just a simple op to make me feel normal again that’s all I ask, especially when young girls who feel inadequate with their breasts can have surgery on the NHS. I don’t want to be a page three model, a celebrity or be in the public eye. I just want to be Polly Simpson a mother of two who can dance, make people laugh, be creative and be a little bit mad because I am. I just want to get on with my life, I will always have my worries but I just want to move on, close that chapter of my life and open another to a whole new adventure.
My children are my world, Alfie and I have a very special bond as we went through it all together and a part of me thanks him for coming in to the world because if I hadn’t been pregnant that feeling to check would not have happened and I may never have found my lump.
Please all young, old, male, female and pregnant ladies too. Check check check your breasts.
Thank you for reading my story.
Polly Simpson September 2014