Executive's cancer fight gets support from family, friends
PLANO, Texas (AP):
THE WAKE-UP call did not come with the cancer diagnosis.
Or the double mastectomy.
Or news that cancer had spread to her lymph nodes.
For Noelle LeVeaux, it came 10 days before the first round of chemo. The dishwasher overflowed. Water seeped under the wood laminate floor. She loaded her two young daughters into the family car and left for the nail salon. They would escape reality for a while.
She drove her GMC Acadia down the road, through a red stoplight and into a Chevy Escalade. As airbags deployed and her SUV spun, she thought of how the stoplights seemed out of sequence. She looked at her daughters in the back seat.
In that moment, she realised how much she wanted to live.
LeVeaux, 42, of Plano, was diagnosed with breast cancer in December. She learned to juggle three jobs: marketing executive at the Dallas Convention & Visitors Bureau, single mom of two girls, and manager of her own health.
Even if you don’t know LeVeaux, you probably know her work: She’s the brains behind the city’s marketing campaign that planted the giant blue letters ‘B_G’ around Dallas, The Dallas Morning News (bit.ly/1OjOKIc) reported.
During cancer treatment, she discovered she could not shield her daughters, sisters, friends and ex-husband from the consequences of her diagnosis. Like a stone thrown in a pond, her illness had a ripple effect on the loved ones in her life.
She missed parent-teacher nights, school plays and choir performances. She wore a mask at the office and posted a sign on her door, warning co-workers not to touch her.
At bedtime, her 11-year-old daughter, Sydney, tucked her in and left water on the nightstand.
Her ex-husband Mike Dugan flew from New Mexico to attend all of Sydney’s volleyball games. He took care of the girls each time LeVeaux went through chemo.
One time, when LeVeaux woke up sick in the middle of the night, her sister, Christine LeVeaux-Haley, brought her crackers, rubbed her back and put a wet towel on her head.
LeVeaux lay on the cool bathroom tiles, next to the toilet. Her sister sat beside her.
LeVeaux has gone through four rounds of chemo, lost her hair, got radiation treatment and awakened to life after cancer.
Her chest, burned by the radiation, is healing, and her hair is growing back. She will have reconstructive surgery in a few months.
Now, she goes for monthly injections that shut down her ovaries and stave off hormones that could contribute to cancer. She gets queasy thinking about gingersnaps or raspberry sorbet Popsicles, snacks that calmed her stomach during chemo.
She knows how to draw on her eyebrows, which she lost along with her long, black hair.
Cancer put parts of her life on hold.
LeVeaux could not play her usual role: advice giver, caretaker,and social planner.
Last December, she didn’t have strength to take down the Christmas tree. At the end of the holiday season, a friend took the tree, still decorated with ornaments, wrapped it in plastic and stuck it in the garage.
On a plane ride, she noticed an attractive man, but she wondered if she looked weird. “He’s hot,” she thought. Then: “Oh, my gosh, I have no eyebrows.”
On a recent morning, LeVeaux twirled her daughter Jordan’s hair into curls for school picture day. She left two wigs on her bedroom dresser and prepared to debut a new hairstyle: short, black, and newly grown-in.
Sydney and Jordan, 7, ate toast and eggs in the kitchen, near a poster-board calendar labelled ‘Journey 2 All Clear’. During treatment, they took turns crossing off the days in purple marker.
On the calendar, they taped slips of paper from two fortune cookies. “This is a good time for you to take a risk. You will succeed.” And: “Remember three months from this date! Your lucky star is shining.”
Jordan drew hearts on some of the days.
Before leaving home for school and work, LeVeaux looked into the bathroom mirror and drew on eyebrows.
“You don’t need eyebrows,” Sydney told her.
“Everyone needs eyebrows,” LeVeaux replied.
She held up dangling gold-and-white earrings and won Jordan’s approval. LeVeaux ran styling creme through her super-short locks.
Jordan bounced a volleyball in the bathroom. She told her mom to put on a wig. “People are going to say, ‘Why are you bald?’” she said.
“No, I’m not bald anymore.”
“Mommy, wear a wig,” Jordan whined.
“No, I’m done with wigs. I can’t take it anymore.”
LeVeaux looked at her reflection in the floor-length mirror, rubbed her hair and adjusted her earrings.
Sydney hugged her. “You smell good. Now, I’ve got that smell all over me.”
When LeVeaux arrived at the office, colleagues complimented her hair. Then, they quickly fell back into routine in the office conference room.
In the spring, LeVeaux started writing about what cancer had taught her. In blog posts titled ‘Confessions of a Single Mom with Cancer’, she criticised some of the ways she’d lived before the diagnosis.
She would now focus more on her health than her dress size. She would inspire her daughters to love learning by visiting parks and museums with them over the summer. She would stop projecting her insecurities on them – and she’d accept that sometimes, she would disappoint them.
In some of her posts, she asked family and friends to keep her from returning to old habits. “I want to hold on to this sense of clarity that I have now,” LeVeaux said. “There’s this clarity that a cancer diagnosis gives you. It makes it clear to you what matters. It makes it clear to you who you love and who loves you. It just brings a lot of clarity. ... And you can find yourself falling back into the fog sometimes.”
In the weeks after finishing chemo, LeVeaux found a wrapped gift box in her office, some swag from a company. Inside, she found a coffee mug with a message: “Best Day Ever.”
She uses it every day.