"Congratulations! You have (the best kind of) breast cancer."
That's not exactly what the doctor said, but it's pretty close. It started with a routine (but my first digital) mammogram, then a diagnostic mammo, then a stereotactic needle biopsy. The diagnosis of DCIS (Ductal Carcinoma in Situ) was given (by a very sympathetic and kind radiologist) and followed with "and if you have to have breast cancer, this is the kind to have." (Very treatable and survivable).
After the shock subsided (of hearing my name and cancer in the same sentence), I knew I wanted a mastectomy, not a lumpectomy. After more tests, doctor appointments and tortuous waiting, I had a unilateral mastectomy on June 16.
Fortunately, I have an excellent breast cancer surgeon and a top-rated plastic surgeon who worked together on my mastectomy so my reconstruction would also begin that same day.
Post-surgery pathology revealed not only DCIS, but also a small area of invasive cancer; however, I won't have to undergo radiation or chemo. I'm still weighing the options of drug therapy for the next five years.
Although I have a full plate in front of me with the reconstruction process (it will take another 3-4 month plus another surgery), I am thankful that 1) I had a digital mammogram; 2) a skilled radiologist interpreted my mammogram and performed the stereotactic needle biopsy; and 3) my invasive area was small.
However, I'm most grateful for the example set by my Mom, who at the age of 72 (7 years ago), was diagnosed with breast cancer. She endured not only a mastectomy, but also chemo, radiation, congestive heart failure and more recently, a stroke. After all that, I've never heard her complain, question her faith or ask "why me"?
That's a hard act to follow.
Stillwater, OK
