At Least You Caught It Early

I can’t tell you how many people have said that to me. It’s one of the first things people say when they find out you’ve joined Club Cancer.

Ever since I was told, I have wondered how they knew I caught it early? Do they have a special power that can see through my body back to when that first cell mutated? “Ah ha! March 25, 2010, your normal cells just started dividing abnormally. Thank goodness you found it so quick!”

Ya, whatever! That was a date Picked out of thin air back 6 years prior to diagnosis. Finding it then would have been early.

I should be flattered that all these people think I’m a responsible adult who got her regular mammograms, and thus naturally assumed that I found this cancer at the first possible moment. Actually, I waited every year to get a notice from the Ross Breast Center telling me it was past time to have my mammogram. But if it weren’t for my vanity, they probably wouldn’t have found the breast cancer even then.

So, I have come to the conclusion that clearly have no one has any idea who I really am: an unfocused, type of person who will do just about anything to avoid discomfort. And Mammograms cause much discomfort!

It had been year since my last mammogram. I remember that one like it was yesterday. Of course, I’d do things differently now,  given the power to see into the future. Although, even with those powers, I’d probably get distracted by something else and forget to go.

Oh look!  A bird! 

The point is, that sucker had been dividing for many years. Most breast cancers have been growing for two to five years before they are found.  In breast cancer years – based on size –  mine’s a teenager ready for keys to the car, and not an infant cuddled under the blankets. 

“At least you caught it early.” I’m not quite sure how to respond to that comment.   

I don’t think I caught it early.  But, I am hoping I caught it early enough.

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