Last fall I was offered a temporary assignment, which I accepted. That assignment was very stressful and I worked long hours. While it was ongoing I started having some medical issues, that I ignored. I ignored them because there was no time for me and this assignment. I assumed that when the assignment was over, things would return to normal because it was just stress. I was incorrect and I did not have Mama to ask what I should do.

About 45 days after the assignment was completed, I realized that things were not going back to normal, so I started scheduling doctor’s appointments. If I were going to see doctors I might as well get all my routine checkups out of the way as well. So I scheduled my mammogram along with other routine checkups including the dentist.

In May I was able to have the mammogram. It came back abnormal. That was not unusual for me, it seems I always have a follow up. Actually, I was tired of the follow ups that just seem to waste my money for them to tell me, it does not appear to be anything after all. Except this time, the wording for the follow up seemed different.

I went to the second mammogram a week or so later, but they took me to the ultrasound first. And when they ultrasounded me, the technician used the ultrasound on my underarm area too. Never had that before.

I was then told that what they were seeing was suspicious, not to worry, but they would like to do a needle biopsy. Now, that was new for me. The appointment was set for the middle of June. The appointment was so far out, I did not think there could be much of a concern.

A few days later I received a call and was asked if I could come in for the biopsy the next Thursday as there was a cancelation. Well, ok. But why did they not start calling the people who were waiting longer than I was? Mama was not there for me to ask her about that.

When I went in for the biopsy, everyone was so nice. Overly nice. It was unsettling. They took the samples, and I went home. A week later, during my child’s eigth grade graduation, I received a text – there are new test results in your chart. I got home and read the report. Malignancy.

Appointments, appointments, appointments. Long story short – if a person has to get breast cancer, I have the best kind. I have beautiful genes. So the plan at the moment is that I will have surgery on August 10, 2023, then after surgery the doctors will decide after review of tests of what was removed from my body, on the specific treatment I will receive. Come back later, and I will post more, when I know more.