My first blog should be the beginning of my Breast Cancer Journey.
It started April 25, 2016. It was my Dad’s birthday. The 6th year it had come since he had passed. And my way of celebrating that year, was having my annual mammogram.
The next afternoon, I had a notice on my MyChart (webpage which contains my medical records, test results and appointment logs through the hospital system my doctors are all part of). I had a notice stating I needed a second mammogram and ultra sound. Of course, I called and got the appointment scheduled for the following day.
Wednesday, the 27 of April, I went to work in the morning, like any normal day, but left early for my second appointment. I signed in, got escorted back for a gown and into a waiting room.
It felt like hours, but it was just 15 minutes. After being squished six times and six directions, I go back to the waiting room. Within minutes, two other women follow. The first is Chatty Cathy and the second looks and us both and start balling. I move over to her and put my arm around her and the other woman comes over and starts praying out loud for all of us.
The door opens, but the girl never says a word until we all say “Amen”. She then calls my name. I am walked down the hall, around the corner to the room where they perform the ultra sound.
Two different techs perform ultra sounds on me. After a few moments, the doctor comes in and performs his own ultra sound.
He turns the screen toward me to show me what he is concerned about. He tells me that he is 90% positive it is breast cancer. Two different spots are shown to me. He tells me that he wants me scheduled for a needle biopsy on Friday, April 29th.
I get to my car, and I can feel my heart beating in my throat. My stomach is churning and I can’t hardly breath. All I want is my Dad to hold me.
That night I don’t sleep well. A lot of tossing and turning. I can’t concentrate at work. And no appetite. No sleep that night either.
I go to work from 8:30 until noon. Then over to the Ross Breast Center. Go to the Registration Desk and sign in. I then go sit for about 10 minutes, when they call me up to the window to ask me why I am there. I explain that I have a 1:00pm appointment for a needle biopsy. No can seem to find any record of my appointment. I pull out the paper that the Doctor gave me with the date, time and an explanation of needle biopsy written on it.
A few minutes later I am called back, apologized to, and escorted to the back to get a gown and then to a special waiting room.
At this point, I know that the doctor was correct and that it is breast cancer. And I have already started making decisions before the actual test is done. I didn’t even hear the ultra sound tech open the door and call my name. She touches my arm and startles me. I am then escorted to the surgical room.
I am so sore from being squished, and mashed over and over…and here we go again for round three. I get a local anesthetic, a small incision, and two samples from each of the three spots that were in today’s ultra sound. And then off for just one more mammogram.
And then the wait begins. Results won’t be ready until Tuesday, May the 3rd.
I couldn’t sleep…was sick at my stomach…my head hurt…and I felt lost. Saturday was worse than Friday. Sunday worse than Saturday. And Monday, it was all I could do to drag myself out of bed to go to work. This was the lowest I had ever felt. I am impatient by nature and forcing me to wait on results that have a huge impact on the rest of my life, along with those I love, had made me achy and ill.
Tuesday arrives and the results are in…Invasive Ductal Carcinoma in my right breast in all three spots.
Next, MRI, meet with General Surgeon, Plastic Surgeon and Oncologist…and on and on.
That was two and a half years ago…boy, how my life changed that day. But those stories will follow in future blogs.
This is my public journal of the trials and tribulations I have survived, ramblings of the mental anguish I pushed through and all the health struggles caused by the meds prescribed to fight this disease.