The stuff we put on our bodies

Yesterday my daughter sent me a link to an article. Researches have established a causal connection between dark hair dyes, chemical hair relaxers and breast cancer. Here’s the link:

Breast cancer and hair products

I started finding grey hairs when I was in my early 20’s and started dyeing my hair shortly after that. Because I was naturally dark brown, I chose to dye it to something close to my natural colour (apart from a scary auburn period during the 80’s, but hey, it was the 80’s!). That’s more than 30 years of what my husband referred to as ‘soaking your head in toxic chemicals’ about every six weeks.

It was at Graham’s suggestion that I stopped colouring it. I also shaved it off to raise money for blood cancers, because this seemed like a great way to break the dying addiction and support a charity. Two years later I lost it all again thanks to chemotherapy.

I’m now naturally grey. To my surprise and delight I get more compliments about my hair than I have at any time in my life. It’s got this great thing going on that looks like I’ve paid a fortune for highlights. I haven’t. It just grew back like this. Meanwhile I see lots of girls in their twenty-somethings colouring their hair grey!

It has always seemed odd to me that we have strict laws about food and very few about cosmetics. We know that the skin is great at absorbing chemicals. That’s why nicotine patches work. It’s why you can now get transdermal patches for all kinds of medical conditions. They allow you to absorb chemicals over a long period of time rather than getting it all at once from an injection or a pill.

So why is don’t we have the same kind of regulations around cosmetics? We are essentially consuming everything we put on our bodies. It turns out that a large number of cosmetic products contain known carcinogens and that even those that don’t contain chemicals with unknown risks to our health. Yuck.

And it’s not just cosmetics we need to be concerned about. It’s everything that comes into contact with our bodies. Take triclosan. You’ll see it listed as an antibacterial ingredient in hand sanitiser, toothpaste, dish washing detergent and liquid soap. Pretty much anything claiming to be ‘antibacterial’ either includes triclosan or has been treated with it, including furniture coverings, bedding and underwear. Triclosan is a hormone disruptor. Here’s an extract from the Wikipedia article about it.

Because of potential health concerns spanning from antimicrobial resistance to endocrine disruption, triclosan has been designated as a “contaminant of emerging concern (CEC)”, meaning it is under investigation for public health risk. “Emerging contaminants” can be broadly defined as any synthetic or naturally occurring chemical or any microorganism that is not commonly monitored in the environment but has the potential to enter the environment and cause known or suspected adverse ecological and(or) human health effects.[34] Triclosan is thought to accumulate in wastewater and return to drinking water, thus propagating a buildup that could cause increasing effects with ongoing use.[35]

In an article from May 2015 on the current status of triclosan, Gurpreet Singh Dhillon and colleagues cite various studies that report “emerging health concerns related to the use of TCS such as microbial resistance, dermal irritations, endocrine disruption, higher incidence of allergies, altered thyroid hormone metabolism and tumors development due to TCS and its by-products”.[36]

 

Interestingly, it’s still considered safe ‘in small amounts’ but how much is too much? If you’re working in a hospital and sanitising your hands several times a day, wouldn’t you be absorbing a huge amount of triclosan? And here’s the kicker; it doesn’t work as well as soap and water when it comes to cleaning your hands.

Of course this is just one example of one chemical. The list of potentially toxic substances that wind up in our homes is a long one. You can spend a disturbing time googling and reading for more information. This chart is a pretty comprehensive one, but it only has household products, not cosmetics or all personal care products:

Toxic products in the home

If you’d like to really spoil your day then here’s a couple of articles about those:

The 20 most harmful ingredients in beauty products

15 toxic beauty products that most women use anyway

So what to do? Well, educating ourselves is the first step. Know that ‘organic’ is nonsense then it comes to beauty products or household cleaners. It might just mean they’ve included a few organic ingredients with the chemicals. It might mean they’re using the scientific definition of ‘organic’ (hint; everything is organic!) rather than the commercial use which is supposed to indicate that food has been grown or manufactured using only a limited range of approved chemicals (another hint; there is no such thing as ‘chemical free’ because everything is made of chemicals.)

It’s a good idea to read labels and choose products that avoid the known nasties. True, the thing you buy could contain something that gets proven to cause disease next week (or next year, or whenever) but at least you’ll have limited your exposure to things that are known to be bad for you. This might mean having slightly less shiny hair, but you’re worth it.

Know that most liquid things that come in plastic bottles will also be contaminated by the plastic bottle. If you want to go hard core you might consider decanting shampoo and conditioner into glass or ceramic dispensers (most people won’t) and give up liquid soaps and body wash products completely in favour of a bar of soap.

Go natural. Okay, it’s not practical for a lot of women because there’s still this weird expectation that we all look a certain way, a requirement that strangely does not apply to men. If you have to wear makeup, or you love to wear makeup, you might want to avoid cheaper brands, opt for a less ‘made up’ look so that you wear less, and choose things with fewer ingredients and none of the nasties. A simple rule of thumb is to buy things labelled ‘fragrance free’ or ‘sensitive skin’ because they will have less dangerous chemicals than the perfumed varieties.

And finally, have a long hard think about your hair and what you would like to do with it. Now that there’s a clear link between dark hair dye, chemical straighteners and cancer, do you really want to keep putting that stuff on your head. If the answer is ‘yes’ then perhaps consider hunting for safer products and going lighter. Or perhaps it’s time to get a really flattering cut from a great hairdresser using all the money you’re going to save on hair products. There’s an obvious pun here about dying for dyeing but I’m not going there.

If you are a man reading this then please start telling the women in your life how great they look when they haven’t put makeup on their faces. Love them as they are and support their decisions about kicking the dyeing. I read a comment from a woman recently who said her husband tells her to colour her hair so she doesn’t look old. Seriously.

I’m pragmatic about all of this. A ‘chemical free’ home is almost impossible to achieve. If you don’t have tank water then there’s chlorine in your water and it evaporates into your home every time you shower. But you can reduce the toxic load by making smart choices about what you choose to use.

As a final tip, avoid redecorating disease. Lounges, cushions and soft furnishings like mattresses are typically treated with flame retardants that are, you guessed it, highly toxic. Get something with washable covers or just keep the things you already have until they fall apart. You’re probably rolling your eyes at all this. I don’t blame you.

That’s enough about chemicals. I’m off to the garden to put my feet into some healthy dirt. Apparently, there’s something in the soil biome that helps us to avoid depression. It turns out that lots of bacteria are beneficial to human life and that trying to kill them all off with disinfectants, herbicides, fungicides, antibiotics and solvents was a really stupid idea. Imagine.

Should we stop talking about cancer?

This month I celebrated four years since the trip to BreastScreen that found triple negative cancer in my left breast. It’s an important milestone for me. Unlike other forms of breast cancer, the risk of recurrence drops every year I stay cancer free, right up until year five when I’m actually at the same risk as everyone else. It’s about the only positive to triple negative!

I don’t put a lot of things on my Facebook page about cancer. I have a separate page at Positive3negative for that. I separated out the cancer related stuff fairly early on. I realised that some people didn’t want to read about my treatment or my recovery. I think I also wanted to identify the cancer as being something apart from me, a thing that was happening to me and not who I am.

Anniversaries are different. I’m aware that my initial diagnosis prompted a lot of friends to go and get their breasts checked. This is a good thing. Early detection saved my life and in spite of a raft of negative press about mammograms, I’m definitely a fan. It’s true that there have been issues with early detection of DCIS (ductal carcinoma in situ). It’s at the lowest level of breast cancer and some argue it should actually be classified as ‘pre-cancerous’. It’s clear that many of these cases will be healed by the body without any treatment.

Of course, some of them will also go on to develop tumours and a subset of those will metastasise and ultimately kill you. The problem with DCIS is that we don’t know which versions are the self-healing ones and which are potentially fatal. There’s research going on to identify the difference and until they can do that, there will be women having surgery for DCIS that didn’t need it. Personally, I’d rather not need the surgery and have it than need it and not have it. The important thing for all women is to have as much information as possible. Some may choose not to have mammograms, or to have them less often.

In any case, for those that choose to have them, posting something that lets them know another year has gone by is the least I can do. I always get a few friends thanking me for the reminder. This year I also got a message that said:

If you keep that thought in your mind it repeats itself. Let it go and no return, by deed or thought. No one seem to learn the lessons.

Wait……what?

It was posted by someone that was once a very close friend. She rarely posts or comments on anything on Facebook. She turned up once at the very beginning of my treatment to tell me to ‘be positive’ and I haven’t seen her since. Not when I needed people to drive me to chemotherapy, not when I could have used some help around the house and not when some company during radiation would have been welcome. She was nowhere to be seen when I had two (now ironically named) breast conserving surgeries and not even a card when I was in hospital for nine days following the surgical removal of both breasts.

I could have been outraged. Fortunately, a friend that has been a true friend through all of this happened, quite coincidentally, to send me this TED talk around the same time:

Forgiveness in the age of anger

It’s worth twenty minutes of your time. There’s a lot of great advice here but the part I really loved was about the way social media seems to be full of outrage. “I can’t believe she said that!” “How could he be so rude!” “What were they thinking!”

The speaker, Brant Hansen, makes the point that our outrage is usually misplaced, particularly when someone is behaving in a manner that is entirely consistent with their past behaviour. “You can’t believe your mother behaved that way? How many years has she been behaving that way? Why can’t you believe it?”

Hansen is the author of a book called ‘Unoffendable’ where he suggests that learning not to be offended by anything can have a profound impact on our lives. I agree. When we can let go of being outraged, accept that human beings consistently behave in ways that are inconsistent with our own values and simply let that stuff go we are much better off.

I asked my ‘friend’ to explain her comment about letting go of cancer. I added this:

How about ‘congratulations on still being here four years after you were told you were probably going to die’. I have managed to defy predictions of my early death. I’m pretty sure I’m going to keep doing everything I have been doing, even if you disagree with it.

Reading that back, it’s possible to interpret that comment as outraged but it seriously wasn’t. Try reading it again in a calm voice and you’ll get my intention. I wanted it to remind this person that the reason I’m celebrating four years since my diagnosis is because I’ve worked hard at staying alive, and part of that process for me has been recognising all of the things that impact my health and taking action. I know that ignoring cancer and pretending nothing happened is an option for some people. It’s just not an option for me. Here’s her response:

That’s great. I just don’t think talking about it all the time is healthy. Let’s just leave it at that. Txting messes with people’s minds. Xx

I’m still not offended. Here’s my take. This person is clearly not comfortable with cancer. There might be some history there or she might just be one of those people that likes to avoid any reminder of her own mortality. She could either ‘unfriend’ me or hide my Facebook comments if she doesn’t want to read the very occasional posts about cancer, or she could just scroll on by, but for some reason she feels compelled to comment.

I can only conclude that it is her world view that the best way to avoid cancer is to not mention it. This makes sense. It’s entirely consistent with her behaviour. It would also explain why she has completely avoided me since my diagnosis.

I don’t routinely mention my medical history to people. In spite of the fact that I am surgically flat chested, most people don’t even notice. I could just look this way naturally. From time to time when it’s appropriate, it will be part of a conversation but usually because someone else has raised it. I get that everyone wants to move on. I do too.

Continuing to write about cancer occasionally, to offer support to the recently diagnosed, to write books about it and to maintain a Facebook page with updates on the latest research might be seen as me trying to remain the centre of attention. It’s true that I have never felt more loved than when I was in treatment. I also never, ever want to have to go through that again! I’m not ‘hanging on to it’. I’m giving back.

I know that the people that had come before me were hugely supportive to me during treatment. Reading about those that had survived triple negative inspired my own survival. There was also lots of practical advice. I’m just paying that forward. It is great to hear from people that are now in the cancer tunnel that they can see the light I’m holding. I got to here and they can too.

To be honest, there’s some self interest here too. I don’t want to forget. There were some life changing lessons in the whole experience. I know that it’s not just my cells that got replaced after chemotherapy. I feel like a completely different person. Perhaps mentioning cancer is a cypher for that; it’s a way of saying ‘You might think you know me but I’ve been through this transformational experience and I’m not that person any more.’

My husband and I shared a table at an event recently. He told the strangers sitting with us that we were celebrating a cancer anniversary. The woman next to him replied ‘At some point that stops being a thing.’ Her husband explained that she’d had breast cancer a decade before. I get it. I think it’s likely that at some point I’ll stop writing about cancer. I don’t think it’s likely that I’ll stop thinking about it and I don’t want to. It reminds me to take good care of myself. It also reminds me to share those reminders with people I love. A timely mammogram might just save a life.

And the person that thinks I should just stop mentioning it? She’s entitled to her own opinion. Hopefully she’ll keep it to herself in future.

Getting doctors to take us seriously

I woke up this morning to news that a friend is in hospital with a burst appendix. This should not have happened.

She developed the characteristic pain associated with appendicitis last week and saw an after hours doctor. She was referred to a hospital for assessment where she was examined by another doctor who decided she didn’t need further treatment. She was not offered either ultrasound or a CT scans. She was sent home.

Her doctor accepted the word of the hospital doctor and continued to work with my friend to determine what was going on. There were tests. There was pain medication and ultimately a burst appendix. All this in spite of my friend repeatedly reporting acute abdominal pain.

I can’t help wondering if women reporting pain are treated differently to men reporting pain. This is not my only recent experience of this apparent bias.

My daughter has an unfortunate history of not being taken seriously by doctors, particularly with regard to pain. As her mother, I know that she is inclined to actually be rather stoic when it comes to pain. She does not exaggerate and she’s likely to wait a while before she resorts to pain medication. I know that if she says she is in pain she means it.

And yet, time and again she has had doctors dismiss her with a shrug of their shoulders and a suggestion that she should ‘just keep an eye on it’. This week she will have surgery on her finger. It has been causing problems for a couple of years now. It is always tender and if she bumps it against anything she experiences strong, stabbing pain on the underside of the nail bed. She has repeatedly told various doctors about the problem.

Finally my daughter encountered a freshly minted doctor, filling in at the practice she regularly attends. The locum was interested enough to send her for an MRI. What it revealed was a tumour. While currently likely to be benign, this type of tumour does have the potential to become cancerous. It needs to be removed.

My daughter is understandably angry. She’s not only had years of pain in the hand, she’s had it while working through a university degree and having to type on a daily basis. She’s had it in spite of several reports to doctors who seem to have just assumed she was over stating her pain, or displaying some kind of hypochondria.

Not only that, but this is just the most recent in a series of similar events where it has taken her two, three or four visits to different doctors before she finally finds someone prepared to take her seriously. In every single case there was a serious underlying medical condition that required treatment.

How does this happen? Are doctors’ surgeries so filled with over-reporting, attention-seeking women that the rest of us get tarred with the same brush?

My daughter wonders if she would have received better treatment if she had been a man, particularly a large, football-playing man. I think she would have. I think a doctor would have assumed that any man attending the surgery and reporting acute pain in his finger had something worthy of further investigation.

If you are a doctor and you are reading this then I would like to offer this piece of advice. Please do not assume. Your opinions about female patients might have some basis in fact and I allow for that. It could be that women actually are more inclined to exaggerate their symptoms or to seek medical attention when some over the counter pain relief and a bit of rest are all that is needed. Personally, I doubt this. It is inconsistent with my own experience but my personal experience is limited and perhaps you know better.

Still, here’s the thing, even if some women (or even most women) are inclined to this type of behaviour, many of us are not. Many of us are the type of people that wait to see a doctor and possibly wait a bit too long. When we arrive at your surgery seeking your help we’ve already given time and Panadol a go. We have already been ‘keeping an eye on it’ and that is why we are now seeking your help.

You might also like to keep in mind that we have a naturally higher pain threshold than men. There’s good science on this. So when we report pain it is likely to be more serious, not less.

I think it’s just possible that there is a long history of characterising women unfairly. We used to be treated for ‘hysteria’, a mysterious condition thought to be caused by our womb roaming our body and creating mood swings. In recent years the assumption that our menstrual cycle will result in strange and irrational behaviour every month has become so widely accepted that it now gets used as a criminal defence. The truth is that most of us manage to live our lives without turning into raging lunatics once a month.

Menopause is characterised by some as an onset of permanent mood swings that are as suddenly changeable as New Zealand weather patterns. Which is odd, given that I now keep company with a circle of post menopausal friends who clearly manage entire days, weeks and months of sensible behaviour.

Enough.

Women are not over emotional. We are not, by nature, moody, unreasonable, attention-seeking drama queens. Most of us are just like men in this regard; capable of experiencing the full spectrum of human emotions and expressing them in appropriate ways. The exceptions are just that. Getting doctors to understand this is not just about better bedside manner. It is about saving lives.

My daughter’s cyst could have become a tumour. My friends appendix has burst and she is now dealing with the risk of long term health consequences because of it. Head to any cancer forum and you will read story after story of women that were told a lump was nothing to worry about only to discover it was a tumour. We’re not making this stuff up!

As patients I think we also need to be aware that this bias exists. I wish it was as easy as saying to a doctor, ‘Do you think you might take me more seriously if I was a man with these symptoms?’ I am known to be what my husband politely refers to a a ‘forthright’ but even I would find this kind of comment too confrontational. There are gentler ways to achieve the same outcome.

Perhaps it would be a good idea if we enter a doctor’s surgery with a clear idea of what we want and refuse to leave until we get it. Being able to ask for a scan or some other form of diagnostic test can be difficult. We want to trust our medical professionals. We feel rude challenging their diagnosis.

I have found that it can be useful to frame this kind of request as a need for reassurance. This doesn’t challenge your doctor’s expertise. It can also be useful to ask your doctor to consider alternatives. Yes, a second opinion is an option but it is also both time consuming and expensive, and there is no guarantee that you’ll be treated any better by another doctor.

So here, in the interests of better health care, are my suggestions for questions to ask your doctor when you feel like you’re getting the ‘silly woman’ treatment:

I have been worried about this and I would really feel a lot better if I could have an x-ray (ultrasound, bone scan, blood test etc).

I know you don’t recommend having any kind of testing for this but I’d like one anyway.

May I please have a referral for an ultrasound? And if your doctor replies that they do not think you need one: I appreciate that but I would like one anyway.

What should I do if I still have the same symptoms in a couple of days? (Next week? Next month?)

What else might be causing this? 

None of these questions are rude or discourteous in any way. You’re just asking for what you want. Of course asking for what you want can feel like hard work in an environment where you know you might be dismissed as over reacting, simply because of your gender.

Which is precisely why I think we should all get a lot better at doing it.

 

 

Why I don’t care about Cate Blanchett’s cosmetic surgery

 

It seems that it’s now impossible for me to go blog surfing without finding a rant about the pressure we’re also supposed to suffer as a consequence of fashion models and famous people looking fabulous. As a 55 year old woman I’m apparently also supposed to be angry about the lack of media representation for women of ‘a certain age’ and the pressure exerted upon me to stay looking younger. Pardon me while I scoff.

Most recently, a friend turning 50 was infuriated by the suggestion that Cate Blanchett may have had cosmetic surgery and botox injections. She was angry that women in the media and entertainment industries weren’t content to age naturally. She saw the actror’s refusal to confirm or deny as ‘an act of betrayal’. Really? I see it as none of my business.

I was also fortunate enough to see and Australian screening of ‘Miss Representation’, a wonderful movie about the distorted ways women are depicted in television, magazines and movies. It’s an inspirational film about how we need to fight back against unrealistic expectations of beauty and how we might overcome the bias against women in the media. The movie made some astute observations about the way female politicians are denigrated and the pressures young people feel. None of it was news to me. This subject has been covered before and while I’d recommend the movie, I still take issue with some of the content. It assumes my self-image will be affected by the media portrayal of women. I just don’t think this is always true.

I’ve never felt intimidated by those that rely upon their appearance to make a living. I’ve always assumed that the life of a high fashion model is a rigorous routine of exercise, dieting, avoiding any form of injury or blemish and constant anxiety over the limited time they’re likely to have a career. I know they suffer disproportionately from anorexia and bulimia.

Think you’ve got a body image problem? Imagine working in an industry where you’ll be ‘styled’ beyond a point where your Mum would recognise you and then ‘enhanced’ using photoshop. Extend your empathy to understanding what it must feel like for these women to constantly have their appearance auditioned and rejected.

The career of a fashion model is notoriously insecure and their working life is short. They might be lucky enough to have a fashionable ‘look’ for a season, only to find that they don’t have the same appeal the following year; the industry has moved on to another ‘look’. They can also expect to be hated by other women and dismissed as a mindless bimbo. Do I envy them? Not one bit.

Have I ever looked at a fashion model and wanted to look that way? Honestly? Never! I’ve always known that they were a tiny percentage of the population, a kind of genetic freak, and that old saying about walking a mile in someone’s shoes, even their ridiculously expensive and crippling designer shoes, holds true. Before I consider envying anyone I always try to imagine what it would be like to have the whole of their life, not just the bit that appeals to me.

How about the glamorous life of an actor? Financial insecurity is also a looming cloud and while a select few do manage to earn huge sums of money, most do not. This is an industry where fame certainly appears to require some talent (although not always) but where clever marketing, public popularity and box office bankability will also impact upon your success. If you’re a television or stage actor the same pressures apply.

If you’re a woman in this industry then your appearance is a significant concern. Venture out to the local shops without makeup, gain a few pounds over Christmas or forget to get that regrowth re-dyed and you can expect to find it reported. I don’t want that life. While you’re involved in a production you can expect to have restrictions placed on your weight range and your ability to make decisions about your own body. Did you know that actors are often legally prevented from restyling their hair!

As an actor you can expect the possibility of a longer working life, if you’re lucky enough to work, provided you continue to attract fans. Popularity is everything and the public are a fickle lot. Arguments about making movies with older women ignore the simple economic imperative that drives this industry. We’ll see more movies with older women when we watch that type of movie in droves. The excitement over the Marigold Hotel franchise was amusing to me. Older actors can actually draw a huge audience, even with their crows feet showing! Why did this surprise anyone? The baby boomers are still a huge audience and we are all at retirement age, or close to it.

If you’re an actor a big part of your job will be the tedium of memorising someone else’s words and the dubious art of pretending to be someone that you’re not. Because you are considered a ‘public figure’ people will be able to take your photo or film you whenever you step out your front door and they’ll be able to express their personal opinions about you in the media, no matter how offensive. If they lie about you there’s legal recourse, but it’s going to be expensive and you might lose fans in the process.

I don’t envy actors. And not envying them means I don’t particularly care what they do to maintain their appearance. I’m very glad that I’ve never worked in an industry where I had to be that obsessive about my face and body.

You can understand why I don’t think that the way these women look has anything to do with my body image or self esteem. I don’t want their lives. I have another issue with the claim that we’re all supposed to suffer under the pressure imposed by the way women are portrayed in the media; Our participation is optional. We are not required to watch TV or movies or to buy magazines. We don’t need to wear makeup every day, adhere to current fashions or spend a fortune on skin care. It’s all a choice. I’d certainly defend the right of any woman to make that choice but please don’t then complain about how you feel intimidated by all the beautiful people. You don’t need to watch any of it.

Cate Blanchett’s choices, and the speculation around them, are just gossip and really none of our business. If it pleases you to have cosmetic enhancement then go right ahead. If you’re feeling the pressure because someone famous has had it done then your money might be better spend talking to someone about why that person’s choices are having so much impact upon how you live your life.

 

My free Kindle promotion is now live.

If you’ve been waiting until my book was available on Kindle for free, now is your chance!

Please leave a review once you’ve read it. Thanks so much.

It will be free for the next three days to celebrate the anniversary of the mammogram that found my triple negative breast cancer four years ago. Four years! Giving the book away to anyone that needed it seemed like an appropriate way to acknowledge all of the love and support I have had, both during treatment and since it ended.

The early feedback on the book is great and I’ve already had a psychologist tell me that she plans on recommending it to her patients (even the ones that haven’t had cancer!). My goal now is the get this information into the hands of as many people as I can. If you can help by sharing this post, putting the link on Facebook or in any other way that would be fantastic!

My deep gratitude in advance.

Meg

Free From Fear: Living well after cancer

GREAT DEAL on my book, now also in paperback!

GREAT NEWS! To celebrate four years since my initial diagnosis I’ve asked Amazon to make the electronic version of my book available for FREE on the 19th, 20th and 21st of June 2017. If you didn’t want to pay for it, couldn’t afford it or know someone that would like it for free, please put this date in your diary and make sure you have Kindle on your device so you can download it and read it.

If you don’t already have it, you can get the Kindle reader software from Amazon for free and load it onto your laptop, smart phone or tablet.

In response to all the requests I’ve received, I’ve also now made the book available in paperback! Thanks for the challenge everyone. It turns out there’s a fair bit of technology to negotiate but I’m pretty happy with the result. I must admit I’m a book lover myself. There’s just something about holding it in your hands and turning the pages. I like to use little sticky notes to mark the bits that strike a chord and to flick back and forth from section to section. An ebook just isn’t the same.

As part of the celebration for my four years of living, I’ve also reduced the cost of the paperback to just $10 US for the whole of June 2017.

At these prices I’m not making any profit. As you know, that was never my goal. I want to get the book out to those that need it.

To those that asked if it’s going to be available in book stores, sadly, no. Independent publishing means they only print copies as they are ordered, which keeps the costs down. It would need to be picked up by a major publisher to be produced in the kinds of numbers that would get it out into bookshops, so it’s Amazon or nothing.

If you’re concerned about the safety of electronic transactions online I highly recommend Paypal. I used to be the head of fraud for the NSW Police so when I say this is your safest option you know I don’t say it lightly!

Please help me by spreading the word so that as many people as possible can be free of the fear of recurrence, and if you do get a copy and read it, please leave an honest review on the Amazon site. As we all know, the opinions of fellow survivors mean a lot to all of us.
Thanks in advance for all your support.
Love and gentle hugs
Meg

Book Reviews!

There’s something mildly terrifying about writing a book.

In the writing phase I was consumed with craft and content. I wanted it to be simple, but not too simple. Useful and not overwhelming. Helpful and not exhausting.

After completing the first draft I put it aside for several weeks, came back to it and was shocked by how much repetition and useless waffle it contained. I edited fiercely.

A couple of people read through the draft for me, including one very generous friend whose a professional writer. The feedback was good. It was time to publish. No reason not to just jump right in and do it. And yet it felt terrifying! It suddenly occurred to me that I was putting myself out there, open to whatever criticism people decided to hurl at me. I metaphorically chewed my nails as I waited for the book reviews to arrive.

First came the friends. How I love my friends! A couple of them found the time to post their comments on the Amazon site. Here’s what they said:

A very valuable resource for everyone, not only those that have had cancer. There is so much knowledge and information within this book for tools with working through freeing yourself from fear. I believe sometimes when we get caught in fear, there is fog, we don’t seem to acknowledge our own values and get lost in the mist. There is so much within this book that draws on many techniques for working through this and with a lovely sense of humour, it shows Meg McGowan has had the life experience to walk the talk. Thank you Meg McGowan.

And this:

If I could pay $5 to avert one hour of meaningless fear, would I spend it? “Of course!” I thought, and bought this book.
It turned out to be full of practical ideas that I can use straight away on myself and the fearful ones around me…thats everyone alive.
Holding hands with the fear-monster is a sweet image, and does it work?
Well, I tested it.
After reading the book I did a suitable amount of scary-monster hand-holding, then went though a list of scary phone calls, scary conversations, procrastinated tasks.
I’m unharmed, and the quality of my future is now better. You don’t need a life-threatening illness for this book to protect and nourish you.
As a bonus, dandelions will forever look more beautiful, after reading this book.

When I checked today I found two reviews from people I don’t know. How exciting! Here’s what they’ve said:

If a cancer diagnosis feels like too much to bear, you’ll find solid comfort here. The exercises are quick and easy to perform. Yet they are profound and will produce lasting results. McGowan’s book is filled with wisdom that can only have come from one intimately familiar with the traumatizing effects of cancer diagnosis and treatment. I strongly urge you to buy this book. You’ll be glad you did and will, like me, refer to it for years to come. This book is a rare find, and the author deserves praise.

And this:

This book ticks all the boxes for handling the fear of recurrence that is part of all cancer patients’ lives after diagnosis.
It is written clearly and cuts through all the fog that surrounds us when we feel overwhelmed.
As a breast cancer survivor, I think Free from Fear should be on everyone’s Important Items list.
It is an exceptional read from someone who has been there, and understands.

Over on the Breast Cancer Network Australia site I’m also getting some really great feedback. Time to exhale.

You see, the thing is, even if I now get negative responses, or even if I never sell another copy of the book, it’s all been worth it.

Maybe I should write another one 😀

Here’s the Australian link (Kindle only)
Free From Fear on Amazon.au

Here’s the US site where you can also get the paperback.
Free From Fear on Amazon

There’s a promotion coming up on the 19th of June when the Kindle version will be available for free for three days. I’m celebrating four years since that visit to Breastscreen found three triple negative tumours, so it seemed like a good way to celebrate.

Thanks so much to everyone for all of your support. I couldn’t have done it without you. ❤