Mom! Let us out, so you can let us in, so you can let us out again. |
I received a reminder letter from the Hendricks Regional Women's Center in October that I was due for my annual mammogram after December 3rd. I called and received an appointment on December 4th. The images were good, I was told I would hear within a few days, and I returned home. Two days later I had a phone call, that a follow-up was needed for more studies. Made that appointment for December 14th. And I knew. I knew in my heart, I felt it in my bones, that I had cancer. I can't explain it because there is no rationale. I just knew.
December 14th I had three additional studies with this lovely little instrument of torture called a "small paddle". This is the top plexi plate that comes down to smash your boob. I am not going to lie, it hurts like holy hell. Then it was off for an ultrasound, then a needle biopsy. Everyone was very considerate, respectful and professional. I feel for these people. They know from experience when a tumor is malignant or at the very least, suspicious, and of course are not allowed to say a word to the woman. But high fives all the way around. Good people nonetheless.
December 16th I was in my family doctor's office to hear that I have "infiltrated ducal carcinoma" of the left breast, 4.8 mm in size, which is early stage. They then process the biopsy further for receptors of progesterone, estrogen, and HER2. I tested positive for the first two hormones, negative for the HER2. You have no idea how thankful I am on that one point. It means no chemotherapy, and yes, I do know how lucky I am.
December 17th found me in a surgeon's office at St. Vincent's hospital in Indianapolis. Again, luck was with me because I drew a surgeon who offered me a mastectomy. Not every surgeon will, but mine did and I jumped with both feet. Am I emotionally attached to my left breast? Hell, no. This means that after it is removed on January 4th, I am done. DONE. Nice word, done.
I could moan, groan, rant and rave about life in general, my left breast specifically, but would it do any good? Nope. I told my family doctor, the cancer navigator assigned to me, and the surgeon, I will be fine as long as this moves right along. No hesitation, no "gee, we can't do this for a month", type of delay. The only reason we are waiting 2 weeks is the doctor has a week off for Christmas, and then is on trauma call. I can accept that. I don't do "waiting with patience" well. But two weeks over the holidays, that are already busy? I am cool with that
I am thinking I want to find a support group, and will make inquiries about that today. I have a ton of questions about after the surgery. Like what the hell makes a breast form worth $300? Yeah, I've been online. I am planning on returning to teach my aquatic and Silver Sneaker classes, so will need something to stick in the bra. The price ranges for the forms range from $28 to $300. Really???
The blog is going to become my journey record. I really want to make an effort to do this, because I need it and maybe, just maybe, there is another woman out there that needs it as well.
Come along for the ride. And thanks for stopping by.
Linda
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