So I found out I have breast cancer. Maybe two, but both in the same breast. They’re in different locations (naturally), so the doctors and I agreed a mastectomy is the best option. The operation is the middle of January.
Did you know the healing time from a mastectomy is only two to three weeks? Isn’t that amazing?
I was pretty scared when I first heard the diagnosis, but I’m told one in every seven women have had, have, or will have breast cancer. It’s common, it’s widely studied, and it’s totally treatable.
I won’t know what treatment options I’ll be recommended until after the pathology is done on my soon-to-be-ex-lady part. Just in case, I bought a hat.
When the doctor told me he thought a mastectomy was probably best under the circumstances, although he generally favors a lumpectomy, I told him that was fine. I told him my husband is gone and I’m too old to nurse babies. In fact, I said:
The only thing I use it for is to keep from spilling food on my lap.
#4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian, is taking me to all my appointments and I’m enjoying being babied like a babified baby. I’ll blog about events as they unfold because, if you have this diagnosis and you’re scared, I want you to know I’m here for you. We can do this, I promise.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Being attached to something that isn’t necessary and may be toxic.