It was a day spent racing around getting things finished before “tomorrow”. I didn’t get everything done because I wanted to see family. Because, well, I needed to.
Last week I met with Simone, a colleague (and now friend!) who blazed this trail before me. She’s awesome, and you can read her blog here.
We met for coffee, she gave me reassurance and we laughed. A lot. We should have been friends a long time ago. She told me that I was now in ‘The Machine’, and I would be well taken care of. She wasn’t joking.
So. Many. Appointments.
Today, I cried.
I went for a run in the park, stopped to look around and take a breath, and I cried. While I’d gotten choked up the past couple of weeks, I had yet to cry. This wasn’t an ugly cry (I don’t think), since just one tear ran down my cheek. Then a mosquito flew into my eye and I started running again, with lots of tears flowing thanks to the stupid bug in my eye.
July 14, 2017.
My friend Andrew once said “there’s no such thing as bad boobs”. Andrew, I must correct you on this one. I’m pretty sure my boob is knocking off a liquor store right about now.
Today Steve and I met with the surgeon. I arrived half an hour early to fill paperwork, but was called in early so didn’t get to finish. I failed my homework.
July 10, 2017.
Wowza, it’s Monday – 3 business days after my boobopsy, and my Doc called me with the preliminary results. There is cancer in my right breast. But we pretty much knew that.
He added that it’s most likely Stage 1, Grade 2 or 3. I will definitely need at minimum a lumpectomy, or possibly a mastectomy (I may even have a choice here). They will test my lymph nodes and make further calls from there, as well as determining the ‘receptors for estrogen’. This will dictate what my treatment looks like. He told me it’s highly localized which is great, and we will take this one step at a time, and not to worry about what may be. He’s such a great Doc.