HI I am 44 year old female and this begins the story of my breast cancer, I hope it helps some people, inspires others and possibly gets a few of us some well deserved answers not to mention a chuckle or two because we all need those.
Well I started off with a mammogram which led to an ultrasound which in turn let to a biopsy, as it turns out I have 3 lumps 2 the are qualifying as calcifications one seems to be a benign lump; all of the films are going to be sent to my gynecologist (whom I have only met once).
A few days later the gynecologist calls me, he calls not his nurse, the answer is it is cancer but he says if I have to have to have cancer this is the type to have (think that was supposed to make me feel better) and he recommended me to a surgeon.
Days later I meet the surgeon, now mind you up until this point I just know this is not happening to me and the surgeon is going to say this is all a mistake, the surgeon says a lot of things I don't understand but I do understand that I need a mastectomy as soon as possible and would I make an appointment for next week. I ask about the options for a lumpectomy and he said I can go have a contrast MRI, so grasping at straws I schedule that.
I show up for the MRI hobbling down the long hall, I hobble a lot because I have recently had back surgery and hobbling works for me lol. Well after I make it to the MRI room and the radiologist finds a vein (mine are very difficult, just like me I guess) He tells me that after the surgery the might never be able to use the veins for iv's or taking blood again in that arm but no idea why that would be.
After a weekend (and obviously no new answers) a good friend of mine talks me into going to a cancer treatment center for a second opinion, which I do and I guess the rest of my story starts there.
So that you all know I haven't really cried yet, I have no one to cry to and while that sounds really bad , I have some wonderful friends I mean the best of the best of friends. they best of which I am gonna call P just in case people I know read this, well P has a very busy life and the fact that she can't be here with me kills her, so I start a long line (well as long as month and a half is) of telling people "I will be fine don't worry about me only the good die young I will be here forever" The rest of my friends are just as fragile, some I have been helping for years and my sister A we lost our mother about 2 years ago she can't take it. I could go on but I won't.
I am going to let this incredibly long post stop here but I plan to post updates a lot and before you feel sorry for me please laugh with me at some of the silly things I get asked and will get askedand be angry with the things that make me angry and most of all let's share some information.
love to all
M.L.
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