Aug 27

Written by: Lisa60
8/27/2008

Up to now I’ve never had any problems with my breasts, I was actually quite satisfied with them, and I assumed they were with me. But recently this “mutual friendship” came to an abrupt halt when I found out that my right breast had been building up hatred for me, which by now had bubbled over into loathing.

I’ll start at the beginning…a couple of weeks ago (end of July) I found a lump in my right breast that wasn’t there before. At first I dismissed it, I was too busy with “life”; the kids had vacation and the house needed looking after. Luckily (in retrospect) for me my husband noticed it as well, although, as with all things, he noticed it a couple days later (changes to the house and my wardrobe take a while to get noticed). He pressed me to make a doctors appointment, and, after he said he would take a day off to watch after the kids, I agreed. So I called and made an appointment with my doctor the next morning.

By the morning of my doctor’s appointment I had convinced myself that it was probably nothing. I don’t have a family history of breast cancer, at least not in the immediate family (neither my mother nor grandmother(s) had it); I had always lived a “relatively” healthy life, I watched what I ate, I use to swim in High School, and still run “semi-regularly”. I got to my doctor’s office with time to spare, so I sat down and read one of the magazines she left in the waiting room for her patients. By the time I went into her office my nerves had finally gotten to me, I wasn’t so certain anymore that the lump was benign. My doctor was kind and comforting as she always is. She sat me down and examined my breast. She referred me to get testing done later that day. I got an ultrasound, mammogram, and they scheduled me for a biopsy later that week.  The ultrasound and mammogram both showed the bump, and the biopsy would confirm me and my husband’s fears. It was cancer...

I would say “Luckily for me it was caught at an early stage”, but I’m not feeling so lucky for having it in the first place. I have a new appointment next week to discuss my treatment options. If there’s anyone out there listening (reading); I’ll keep you posted.

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