As he said Jacquelyne Froeber
May is Month of sensitization of skin cancer.
How many days a year do you think you were tanned? “My oncologist asked me.
I received in my seat. Do I have to tell him the truth?
“Maybe 300,” I said rounding down.
He almost fell from his chair.
I didn’t blame him. I knew it was bad. In my defense, I didn’t even know the word melanoma when I hit the tanning stands in 2012. I was a cheerleader at the University of Indiana and our team was funded by a tanning living room. The tan was not only encouraged – it was a little bit of a command. And we didn’t think so much. After all, who doesn’t want black legs when standing in front of thousands of people in a mini skirt?
My college cheerleader was cut shortly after two years when I was leaving my Achilles’ tendon. I cut the tan after my injury and went only for special occasions, such as when I got married in 2017. My husband and I had our two children very soon after a married man and I didn’t just have just a minute out in the sun, let alone time for a tanning chamber.
In 2022, I noticed a mole I hadn’t seen before. When he became older, I invited my doctor to check it out. In her office, she did a biopsy and said they would call me in a few days with the results. I thought it was strange that he did not control the rest of my body for moles, given my tanning story, but it didn’t seem to be worried. So when the office didn’t call that week, I thought everything was well.
Ten days later, I was preparing to take my kids to school when I got the call.
I had skin cancer. It was melanoma.
I couldn’t believe what I was listening to. I thought only the elderly got skin cancer and I was just 26 to 1 and 2 years old, and I was always healthy. I knew that the story of tanning was not good – but I had no idea a deadly form of skin cancer could happen to my age.
I had surgery to remove the mole and cancer tissue and began to take my skin health very seriously. I saw my dermatologist every three months for skin checks.
About a year after the melanoma was diagnosed, my daughter came home from the care with the pink eye, and that meant we all got it. In addition to the wonderful rejection and frustration in my eyes, I developed a pain on the side of my left chest. When I told my doctor, he gave me more antibiotics, but the pain stuck around.
When I went for a continuation of the pain, the doctor wanted to prescribe even more antibiotics, but I begged her to order a scan. I knew something was wrong.
He has ordered a mammography, but he showed nothing abnormal, even though the pain felt like radiating from my chest.
Eventually I had an ultrasound and there was the source of my pain – an enlarged lymph node about 17 times the size of a healthy one. I had a needle biopsy and went home to wait for the results.
A few days later, I called the office, but there were no news. Thirteen days after biopsy I finally received a call: I had cancer.
“But we don’t know what kind of cancer is still,” the doctor said.
I didn’t know what I was expecting from the call, but I was anesthetized. “How don’t you know what kind of cancer is it?” I asked.
Kelly, with her husband and two daughters, 2024
Two hours later, the doctor called back and said that the cancer was a melanoma that had spread to my lymph node. He talked about the steps that went on, but I had already checked and decided that I needed a new doctor. I tried to stay calm and reminded myself that I was strong and could go through anything.
That night, a strong tornado broke through our city and destroyed our property. Fortunately, no one was injured, but the tornado was stirred inside me – things thought they were out of control.
I was extremely lucky that my cousin worked in health care and linked me with an oncologist – one of the best in our area. I had a whole dissection of lymph nodes To remove all the lymph nodes in my left hand.
After surgery, we learned that only one lymph node had cancer. It was the best scenario, and I liked it with relief. I still had 26 rounds of immunotherapy, but my medical team said I was basically in the clear. It wouldn’t be long before I could get back to my normal life. And I was beyond ready.
The first two rounds of immunotherapy went well. But when I made blood for the third round, my thyroid levels were alarmingly high. As we could not proceed with the treatment, high.
I thought it was wrong. Of course, I didn’t feel that something wasn’t wrong. But my thyroid had completely stopped working and my blood sugar levels were also high.
It has been shown that immunotherapy drugs had caused my immune system to attack my organs and now I had what is called medically induced hypothyroidism and type 1 diabetes.
Both diseases were side effects of immunotherapy, which is extremely rare. Still, I could not start the treatment again until I have thyroid and blood sugar levels under control.
I was in a state of survival and I did what the doctors told me to do. But I was struggling. The effort to manage two new autoimmune diseases was frightening and exhaustive. And I still had immunotherapy to do.
In July 2024, I finally finished immunotherapy, but the successes continued to come. My body continued to change after treatment. I have developed heavy bleeding during my period and golf -sized cysts in my ovaries. I had to have my pipes tied, which was especially tough because my husband and I wanted to have more children.
A few months later, I had been removed an enlarged almond almonds and the pathologist said the inflammation was from immunotherapy. Last March, I had to remove my gall bladder – again, inflammation from immunotherapy drugs.
It is amazing for me to believe that melanoma – and the treatment of melanoma – has caused this huge chaotic ripple in my life. The hardest part is that my kids see me so sick. They have asked me what cancer is and they are afraid to see healthcare providers (HCPs). But I tell them that is the opposite: everyone has to see a dermatologist to make sure their skin is healthy.
I have worked with the Melanoma Research alliance in the hope of helping them learn more about what causes rare side effects and how to prevent them. We know that melanoma is not uncommon and rates are increasing for young people. I want everyone to know that the transition to a dermatologist should not be considered a luxury – it is a necessity – as is the dentist. At the end of the day, melanoma does not care how old you are. Taking control can save your life.
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