So, I have breastcancer. That sucks.
I wanted to have a place where people can follow my progress if they feel like it, so here we are. These are my personal accounts of dealing with breast cancer. Cancer is different for everyone, but I wanted to share my experience to not only inform people of what’s going on with me, but also to perhaps help others prepare or deal with their own struggles. Writing about it also helps me process everything and is a way for me to let it all out, so to speak. I hope my accounts will prove useful in some way and I thank you for reading.
First I will take you back to the beginning, to where I first noticed there was something wrong with my breast.
I had noticed that the breast started to angle a little bit more to the side than the other. Figured I was getting old, that it was leaning to the side I always sleep on because of that. About a month and a half after that it got a bit worse and that’s when I noticed something hard in it. Uh oh, not good! In my family there is no history of breastcancer what so ever, so that did not come to mind straight away. So I started googling, figured a doctor visit would be in order (I had a very annoying deep cough for 2 months at that time that I wanted to have checked out anyway as well, two birds with one stone.
I went to the doctor on Friday the 14th of April, he checked out the cough, said it would pass with time (it hasn’t yet fully btw), and he checked out the breast. At this point it was very clear there was something hard in there that was quite big. He couldn’t tell what it was and told me he was going to refer me to a Mammapoliclinic. This clinic would do all basic investigations in a few hours. So into the healthcare mill I go.
I was able to get an appointment on Friday the 21st of April. I started with a mammogram, followed by an echo. I had massive Grey’s Anatomy vibes during the echo. The doctor that started the echo was probably halfway through her twenties and was having issues with the echo. There was a very obvious large hard thing in my breast and she could feel it very clearly, but on the echo is was a lot less clear. It was a strange thing that she had not encountered before, so she called in help from a senior doctor. I would estimate that this doctor was still younger than me. She came and looked at what the other doctor was doing, and decided to take over the echo. She ran into the same problem as the previous doctor, but there was consensus between the two doctors and both their assistants that a biopsy was needed.
They give me a local anesthetic and first dig into a lymph node to take a sample. The digging lasted quite a while as she wanted a particular node that she noticed during the echo. Taking a bit of tissue from the hard bit was next. I was told there would be a very loud “click” sound when the hollow needle cuts. Turns out, this click was louder than anything I could imagine, this giving me a scare that made me jump (not great when there is a needle sticking in you). Unfortunately the anesthetics weren’t done deep enough so after the jump-scare I was in excruciating pain. The tissue taken turned out not suitable for analyzing, but luckily the following two samples taken didn’t hurt as much and were good enough.
After the biopsy we had to wait an hour for a preliminary result of the sample and discussion of the mammogram.
Unfortunately the sample was too bloody to be conclusive at this time, and we would have to schedule a new appointment to get the full results. The mammogram didn’t give any information as there were too many glands messing up the image. The doctor wanted me to come in for an MRI to get a clear picture of what was going on in my breast. By some miraculous luck I was able to get the MRI scheduled that same afternoon, a couple of hours before my flight to the Kiev Major. The results would come in the week after, but I postponed the appointment to the Wednesday after the Kiev Major was complete so I could still work at the event.
On Wednesday May 3rd I went to the doctor with my mom. Definitely cancer, the doctor said.
He told us the type, showed us the picture. Lots of tears. What is the plan, what is the next step. Can I still work DreamLeague? Can I keep my hair? Has it spread? Is it treatable? Survival chances?
A lot of questions.
At this time I was scheduled to fly to Sweden the next morning to work DreamLeague. Owen booked a ticket for that afternoon to get me to Sweden (and to him) faster as he already flew the day before. I was able to work a couple of days and pretend nothing was wrong.
Of course I instantly informed my employers so they were aware of the situation. They all responded super supportive, something that I am very grateful for.
Here are some of the facts:
Type: Lobular, grade 1. Adenocarcinoma estrogen receptor positive, progesterone receptor positive, HER2-neu negative.
Tumor size: 6x6x2 cm
Treatmentplan: I will have to discuss my exact treatment with my oncologist, but this doctor said I would first have about 6 months of chemo, followed by a mastectomy. Afterwards I will have radiotherapy, followed by a breast reconstruction surgery.
Estimated full recovery time: 1 year
So that was bad news.
Next step was a PET scan to see if it had spread.
This PET scan was scheduled on Monday the 8th of May. The Tuesday morning after I would instantly have the results and meet my oncologist for the first time.
My dad went with me on that morning. First things first: it hadn’t spread! That was a relief.
We got a ton of information about everything regarding my treatment and the reasoning behind every part of the treatment. We had a lot of questions and got a lot of answers.
After talking to my oncologist we talked to his assistant who gave us even more information and gave me a “keppie”. This is a head cover that I can use at night if I end up bald from chemo. It was all very real now.
We were in the hospital for 4 hours total. Measuring cold cap, having blood taken and getting a ton of medicine that would support me through chemo.
The next day there was another short hospital visit for some final talks, and I got the green light. All set for chemotherapy.
Here are some of the facts of those hospital visits:
With my oncologist I decided to go for two separate chemo treatments. The first consists of 4 sessions, each 3 weeks apart. The second is 12 sessions which will happen weekly. This second treatment should be easier to endure than the first.
I will be trying the coldcap. This is a method that freezes the scalp during the chemo treatment. It gives a chance (33%) to keep my hair. It will make each treatment take 3 hours longer, but I want to try.
The treatment plan I have chosen is well considered. I know why I do what I do. I know why each step is taken and have discussed this with my oncologist. Every question I have gets answered to my satisfaction. I trust in my oncologist and in the treatment plan laid out.
My first chemo session was scheduled on Thursday 18th of May, meaning I had a week time before starting. I was able to work a couple more days of DreamLeague before flying back to the Netherlands to prepare.
Preparations started with a dentist visit (infections in the mouth are very common during chemo, and it is best to start the treatment with clean teeth). Next was a visit to a place that made wigs. I tried out multiple wigs and told the expert what I liked and disliked about them. Our next appointment I would try on more, based on my feedback and on my natural hair.
The day before chemo I got my hair cut short as that would be more practical. On the evening before I had dinner with a couple of my closest friends.
I was scared. Not gonna lie.
My brother was coming with me that day.
Up until that point I had of course had several emotional moments, but every time there was something else I could focus my mind on. The wig appointment, the dentist, hairdresser, dinner with friends, all were forms of distraction for me. When those fell away I had nothing to look forward to, and in my mind I was basically a different person. I was changing from healthy me, to cancer patient me.
Every time I spoke to a doctor or looked online about what would happen to me during chemo I was met with vagueness. I could feel ok, but I could also be bedridden for weeks while throwing up every 10 minutes. It could be horror, or it could be minor inconvenience. No one knows, no one could know. Everyone’s body reacts differently.
The moment my brother walked through the door I broke down. When I was able to collect myself we walked to the hospital. A 10 minute walk that I was already very familiar with by that point.
We were early, but at exactly 10 in the morning, the actual time of the appointment, we were taken from the waiting room to a room with 1 hospital bed in it and a few chairs. I was told to be on the bed as the cold cap would be heavy and I would want my head to be supported.
When the cold cap was minus 3 degrees Celsius I got it strapped to my head. This process consisted of heavy tugging and pulling as the cap needs to be on super tight to be able to freeze the first layer of my scalp that holds the roots of my hair. After it was on the temperature was lowered to minus 6.
I was told that in the first 15 minutes of the cold cap a lot of women change their mind and want it off. Too cold, too painful, not worth the discomfort. I think I was lucky that first time, as the discomfort I experienced was not half as bad as I expected it to be after hearing the bad stories.
I got an IV drip in my hand that first gave me a bag of anti nausea and steroid fluid. After that it was chemo time. Bright orange fluid was the first bag of it, I was told that I should press a panic button the moment I felt any kind of burning on my hand. If the chemical would be in my veins it would be fine, but if it touched any other tissue it would burn through it.
That warning made me really realize that it was actually happening, poisoning my body for the greater good. I watched the orange fluid enter my bloodstream. Weird how my body wasn’t aware yet it was being poisoned.
The day itself passed rather quickly. Me and my brother played Snipper Clips on my Nintendo Switch. After a couple of interruptions to our game play when nurses changed the bags of fluid we got told that it’s done. All that we need to do now is 90 minutes of extra cooling with the cold cap before we can go.
Snipper Clips is such a good game to take your mind of things if you are with multiple people. It really did make time fly.
With chemicals coursing through my veins my brother and I left the hospital at around 3 PM. What to do next?
It felt weird, my body was tingling. But I didn’t feel bad, I actually felt quite energetic (the steroids probably helped with that).
We ended up grabbing a late lunch and bought some soup and bread for dinner later. When we got back to my apartment it started to hit a bit. I felt tired, and ended up watching my brother play Horizon Zero Dawn for a while.
That evening I found out that the nausea pills were amazing and that walking really helped. Two lessons that would prove to be invaluable.
My brother left at about 9 pm and I ended up going to bed quite fast after that.
At this point I have to mention what enormous support I have received since making my situation public.
First of all Owen has been a great support, he is there for me when I need it and is able to help me without making me feel like a cancer patient. He has cancelled events to be able to be with me more and makes sure I am always entertained even when I am super tired and all I can do is be a zombie sitting on the couch.
Then there’s my family who have been so amazing through all of this. They make sure I don’t have to go to appointments alone and that I am taken care off after chemo. I know that they would drop anything and help me out if I would need them to.
My friends keep me distracted by chatting to me, hanging out with me or go on walks with me whenever I want.
And the Dota community, never could I have imagined the amount of support coming from all around the globe.
I knew it would be news of course, but I was not expecting it to be as massive as it turned out to be.
Since that Sunday (14th of May) I have received countless messages with people expressing support and sharing their own experiences with cancer.
The reddit admins made it so there is a pink border around flairs when you put my name in the text. And even now (I write this a couple of days before my 3rd chemo) I see the pink lining and it makes me feel so supported. It is such an amazing feeling that a thank you wouldn’t even begin to cover it.
And then the Manila Masters, the first event I had to cancel due to chemo. I was watching the tournament from home with Owen and a guy that does the battle of the rages gives me a shoutout (thanks Puppey Jr) on stage, and a couple of guys have taken it upon themselves to provide pens and paper for people who wish to send me a message. I have not received them yet but I know there are about 400 letters on their way to me.
The first couple of times I streamed after telling people I had cancer my stream was full of random people showing support and helping me in the way of donations and subscriptions and support messages. People that don’t normally watch my stream, people that don’t normally even watch Dota2 at all, all just stopping by to let me know they care.
It has all been so incredibly heart warming. I am eternally grateful for all the support.
The second chemo session is scheduled on Thursday the 8th of June. My blood is already approved the day before and the fact that I am on heavy antibiotics for an infection will not delay the chemo.
My younger sister will come with me on this day and we will play more Snipper Clips.
This second time the cold cap is a lot less friendly. The first 15 minutes were hell but I refuse to give up. At this point I have already lost a lot of hair but so far it still looks ok, just a bit thinner. A massive headache comes with the cold cap as well and makes this round of chemo a lot more unpleasant than the previous one. Once again Snipper Clips makes the time go fast and we are outside in the afternoon.
This time I know that walking helps and sitting still will make my body more unhappy with the chemo. So we walk. We walk a lot, short break for food and more walking. At this point I don’t want to sit still, I dread going to sleep, so I walk.
The night was as bad as I expected it to be. Feverish dreams, tingling all over, and drifting between awake and asleep, never really being either. I eat and drink whenever I can during the night hoping that it helps, it probably does a bit but I still feel like shit.
The morning comes around and it’s raining. That combined with the fact that I was still dead tired and my sister was still sleeping makes me delay the walk. Probably a bad idea on hindsight.
I don’t really remember the day that well, but it was my worst day yet. The antibiotics might have something to do with that as my body was still processing those as well.
The days after chemo treatment I would describe myself as an old dog. I take walks, I eat and I sleep. Not much more than that. After the first chemo I was able to go see an afternoon movie 2 days afterwards. Felt like quite the victory for me. After the second one I was able to see a movie 3 days afterwards.
The lower blood values I had before my third chemo stay on my mind. I don’t want that again, I want to be as healthy as I can be before going into that treatment. So I start drinking smoothies, spinach smoothies to be exact. Lots of iron in there, and combined with banana you don’t taste any spinach at all. I hope it works. The hot flashes are still present, and I continue to drink sage tea and soy milk, in the hopes that it can reduce it. They are now a bit less intense and that is also helping me sleep a bit better. The Saturday before the fourth chemo I go on another hike. This one a bit longer than the first one, 17 kilometer in about 3 hours. I feel like it was easier than the previous one. A couple of days left until the 4th chemo, the last one of the heavy batch, supposedly the biggest hurdle in my chemo treatments. I feel healthy, I feel fit, I feel ready. I hope my body is not deceiving me again.