There's nothing like finding a lump in your breast to scare the beegeebees out of you.That was the last part of January. Missed my first appt. to my GP due to my dang car battery being dead as a door nail. So, I scheduled another. Doc agreed... that's a lump alright!! Well, I knew that.
Next stop was for a diagnostic mammogram. That's when I found out it was cancer. Look, I've already had my dose of cancer (colon cancer in 2002). Lord, can't it be something else? Nope. So, off for a biopsy I went.
That was done two days before I left for NY. Even though I was having a great time, that 'big C' was always in the back of my mind. Is this the last time I get to be here? What do I need to make sure I take care of when I get home (you know, all that important stuff, like destroying your journals. Paying credit card debt your kids didn't know you had. The important stuff (hehe)
Today I met with the surgeon. I had some negative markers on there, a lump just under an inch in diameter. No sign so far of nymph nodes being affected. The doc says probably a lumpectomy and probably some type of chemo or radiation and I'll be good as new.
I fairly danced my way out of the dr.office. Smile stretched from here to China! I feel very blessed, very fortunate and very grateful. As I sat in the dr.office there was a row of pink breast cancer ribbons on the wall. I just stared at them... I never in a million years thought I'd ever relate to one of those. One never knows, does one?
My family knew all of this was going on, so that trip to see my kiddos in NY was very necessary. The grandson with autism who turned 30 the day I arrived, doesn't travel well at all so I don't see him hardly ever unless I go there. I have to get well, so I can go back and visit again, Right!!!