The good news is, I only have a 2% risk for cancer — exactly what most women have.
BUT the bad news is, it isn’t 0.
The no news is that mammograms might or might not show any cancer.
He said there are diagnostic techniques and preventive medications, but none of them justify their expense, potential side-effects, and risks, given the low cancer risk.
He said there are new diagnostic techniques being studied but not yet approved by the FDA that will almost certainly do better. So, for now, I just keep up the yearly mammograms and take Vitamin E and, when a good test or treatment comes along, he’ll see I have it.
He said most women’s breasts become less dense after menopause, with the dense tissue turning to fat. Just my luck that the only tissue in my entire body that is not turning to fat is in my breasts.
–I’m sorry, is this TMI? I’m not embarrassing you, am I? Sorry. Sorry.
ANYWAY, good news, bad news, no news. Livin’ on the edge, like a bad-ass. Yeah, that’s me, all right.
I feel very lucky, actually, that my GP and this oncologist want me to be informed and engaged in my own care, want me to know what is (or, in this case, isn’t) reasonable and practical to do, aren’t pushing diagnostics and treatments that aren’t warranted.
Meanwhile, no news is good news. Yay, me!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character is told it’s vital for her to know that there’s nothing that can or should be done — VITAL!!!