On February 28, my life changed irrevocably. I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I have no known risk factors, was diligent about checkups and required tests, on time and on schedule. When my husband (good husband!) found the lump, we gave it a month and then started the ball rolling to get it checked out. That was four months ago. We’ve found that a lot of patience is required when dealing with doctors. They operate in a different time zone from the rest of us and unfortunately for me, patience has never been one of the virtues I possess.
I’ve had lumps before which always turned out to be nothing so we weren’t concerned – at first. I wasn’t concerned through the first or second mammogram. I started getting concerned when they did the ultrasound. When the radiologist came in and recommended a biopsy, I have to admit I began to get concerned as they’d never recommended a biopsy before. Even so, we were still relatively confident all would be well as 80% of all breast biopsies are negative. Despite the odds being in our favor, we didn’t receive the news we were hoping for.
For anyone who’s been there, you know what the next few days were like. Breast cancer, or any serious illness is a journey that none of us willingly choose. One of the many hats that I wear is that of free-lance writer so I did what any writer does – I wrote, and wrote, and WROTE! Much of what I wrote, I shared with my personal “Team Mary.” At their urging, I’ve decided to document my journey – the good, the bad, the ugly – but also about signs and wonders, miracles and the amazing love that surrounds me.
I invite you to join me on the journey. Some posts will be intensely personal and frank about my feelings. Some will be funny as I have some amazing friends who have my back and are holding me up. There is no right or wrong at Write Breast about the content…. it’s simply one woman’s journey to the far side of the moon.
Blessings to all my gentle readers…. Mary