My diagnosis of breast cancer came as a HUGE surprise. The feeling I can compare it to is like falling down the stairs and hitting the wall with your face...it hurt and was unexpected. (Those who know me well understand that statement - I am not always coordinated.)
In early December I did my monthly exam and it did not feel 'OK' but in my fashion, I dismissed it because life gets super-busy in December. After the New Year, I took action and called my doctor. The next few weeks were a blur - he ordered a diagnostic mammogram. When I had this done the following week, the doctor at the facility indicated they found a small mass and recommended that I have a biopsy. I phoned my doctor and they said, "...yes, let's get this done right away." I scheduled the procedure for the following week. Looking at my calendar I knew the week was crazy through Thursday, so it was scheduled on Friday, January 20.
Monday was busy at work all day and when 4 o'clock rolled around, I had a reminder for me to call about results. The facility where I had the biopsy called to "check" on me to see how I was feeling. I said fine and asked if my results were available. The nurse indicated they had been printed recently and that I would need to contact my doctor for results. I hung up on the lady and dialed my doctor right away. I left a message with the nurse to call me back. Within 10 minutes my phone was ringing. I picked it up and said, "Wow, that was fast, I just left you a message." Kathy, a nurse we have worked with a long time - 10+ years, was shaking when she told me, "I'm sorry honey, but you have breast cancer."
Good thing I was sitting down. My heart sank. My jaw dropped and I don't remember hearing anything else for a few seconds. After I was able to pull myself together, she said to write down a few things and I was set to go in the next morning to get started on a plan.
Here is a site I go to for a calming affect. Really useful at the end of a yoga session Holographic Sound Healing
So...what's next?
A whole lot of waiting. It looks like the first picture but feels like the second. Oh come on, if you didn't laugh at that then you should stop reading this blog. Really, I mean it :)
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Love your guts!
For just a brief second I thought that was me in my "Stealth Kitty Mode" but then realized that being afraid of heights it couldn't have been.
ReplyDeleteThe whole process will be a waiting game. To me, that was the worst part.