When Dan and I were sitting in the breast surgeons office waiting for her to come in, we talked a little. I lamented that I hadn't seen the doctor sooner. The change in boob left had been apparent for a pretty long time. Maybe a year? Maybe more? But I had mammograms and they came back normal and so I didn't worry about it. He said that he had noticed it within the last 6 months and scolded himself for not pushing me to go to the doctor about it. We were pretty bummed about the prospect that it had been growing for some time.
When Dr. Boob came in, we told her the whole sad story, plus guilt. I mentioned that I should have pushed my doctor to prescribe an ultrasound, instead of just a mammogram and she put our minds at ease that there was no doctor in the world who would have done that without more cause than just, "Nice rack."
My cancer is estrogen and progesterone receptor positive. That means it responds well to hormone therapy, which is the least toxic to other parts of me. We are still waiting on the HER2/neu status from the biopsy. If it's positive, we have another tool to fight it, (although it also means it's aggressive, so we'll be having to manage a greater recurrence risk.)
My nodule is small, 1.5 x 1 cm. Which based on my anecdotal history (maybe a year since I noticed something??) means it's slow growing. And that means it may not have had the chance to be mature or aggressive enough to metastasize.
And lastly, Thursday evening I attended the open house for Harman Elementary. For the first time in forever I was able to walk from sign-up sheet to sign-up sheet with no guilt what-so-ever. I've cleared my schedule and calendar and I feel great about it. No one is going to call me to volunteer for ANYTHING this year. I am giddy with freedom.
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