I’ve been diagnosed with breast cancer and this is my journey.

On August 23rd, one day before my sons 20th birthday, two days before my wedding anniversary I got the news that I had breast cancer. I don’t really remember much about the call. She did a lot of talking and I did very little talking. I wrote down what I thought was important. I was strangely calm…and then I hung up the phone. I hung up the phone and burst into tears. I wasn’t really surprised. Because of my strong family history and a cyst that kept filling up I’ve hand many many mammograms and ultrasounds. This time it was different. The cyst had filled back up but there was something else, another area that needed a closer look. There were no smiles from the technician. There were no comments. There was very little eye contact. From the moment just after the first mammogram when they started doing more views I knew. Then when they did the ultrasound I knew. When they scheduled the biopsy for the next day I knew. When I saw the films right before the biopsy I knew. When they scanned my armpit just before they did the biopsy I knew. After the biopsy I laid on the table and the tears rolled down my face, no sobs just tears. The technician was so kind, I knew. I was almost out of the waiting room with my husband when I burst into tears. I told him “It’s bad, it’s bad, I know it’s bad. He said “Don’t say that we won’t know until we get the results”. I knew!
To be continued...