When it comes to surgery for cancer, having a “positive margin” is a bad thing. It means that when the surgeon said he “got it all,” even though he meant it with all of his heart, likely he didn’t. For a woman undergoing a lumpectomy for breast cancer, that positive margin means a re-excision of the lumpectomy site or alternatively, a mastectomy. For a woman who has just had a mastectomy, it means that she will likely be seeing me.
I saw a new breast cancer patient on Thursday, a very attractive woman in her early fifties. She had undergone a mastectomy last March, and had a tissue expander placed at the time to facilitate a later reconstruction with a silicone implant. The final pathology showed positive lymph nodes on her sentinel node biopsy, and a positive margin where the tumor was close to the chest wall. She required chemotherapy because of her lymph node involvement, and radiation to her chest wall for the tumor cells that may have been left behind. She finished her chemotherapy without any difficulty in June. But instead of coming to me at that time, she elected to complete her reconstruction first.
The first time her expander was replaced with a permanent implant, in August, there were complications which resulted in a failed reconstruction. The plastic surgeon elected to take her back to surgery in November, and replace the implant, and transfer fat cells from her inner thighs to make the reconstructed breast rounder and more perfect. When the patient saw me on Thursday, she was still not entirely happy with the result, and was looking forward to having additional fat transplanted in the upper inner quadrant. She guided my hand to the area and said, “See? The tissue is so THIN right there.” I stared at her reconstruction in amazement. It was one of the best I had ever seen.
But yes, there was a problem. It was not a problem that she had concerned herself with. The problem was that it was nine months after her mastectomy, and that no one had pointed out to her that a local recurrence of her breast cancer, for which she was certainly at high risk, is a harbinger of metastatic disease and death. In other words, she had failed to grasp the fact that it was her cancer, and not her breast reconstruction, that she needed to pay attention to. It took me the better part of an hour and a half to convince her that she should proceed with radiation BEFORE her plastic surgeon achieved the perfection that she sought, and BEFORE her cancer recurred, if it has not already.
I understand the importance of breast reconstruction, and of feeling whole, and feminine again. But I also understand the evil nature of “the beast.” I may be a curmudgeon, but I want my ladies to comprehend that it’s not about the boob and the plastic surgeon isn’t going to tell you that—that’s MY job. First and foremost, pure and simple, it’s about getting rid of the cancer. That’s the only priority. It’s just the way I see it.