It still doesn't seem real. I am 47 and things like this happen to other people, not me. I am the care taker, the one they call on and now I find myself on the other end. On September 4, 2009, I got a phone call from my surgeon telling me I have breast cancer. I asked him "You mean its benign?" And he repeated those awful words that I can't seem to get out of my head now. I got off the phone screamed, cried punched my pillows hyperventalated and calmed down. Still not believing it, I called my husband and asked him to come home. Today, 3 weeks later I am recovering from a lumpectomy and three glands removed (all clear). I am waiting for my plan of attack. I don't know my whole story yet but what I do know is my pity party is over. Thank you all for your stories to help me regain my faith and strength.
Through prayer and positive thinking no matter what my treatment is I will survive. I plan on walking the 3 day walk in November 2010. :)
Oceanside, CA