Hubs found a lump in my right breast on Saturday night. I immediately texted several girlfriends & asked them to pray peace over me. We were on our way to celebrate a dear friend’s upcoming nuptials and I wanted to be able to focus on the happy couple. I called my ob/gyn’s office on Monday and her nurse got me in to see someone else in the practice that afternoon. He did an exam and said, “It could be nothing.” in a way that kind of made me think it might be something, but I told myself I was being paranoid. It was probably just a cyst. The doctor ordered a mammogram & ultrasound for me.
Thinking it would be routine, I didn’t have Hubs come with me for my mammogram/ultrasound appointment. Then the radiologist looked up from the ultrasound screen and choked up a little as she told me it didn’t look good and that she wanted to do a biopsy. My brother’s a radiologist and had told me to expect that they would want to do a biopsy out of an abundance of caution. So it didn’t quite sink in. And then the doctor said the word “cancer”.
I called Hubs.
When they were done with the biopsy the doctor showed Hubs and me the images, explained what she saw that concerned her, tried to give us an understanding of what the year ahead would look like, and assured us that there was hope. Except for the whole “I’m pretty confident you have breast cancer” thing, it was an excellent experience. Everyone I encountered was professional, compassionate and kind.