It was almost two years ago, I had my annual mammo which was unclear and I needed a second one, then a sonogram and a biopsy. Even after all those extra procedures I felt everything would be ok. We had just returned home after celebrating someone's birthday when I got the call. My own doctor was off so my husband's dr. made the call. I remember hearing "positive for cancer", "it's small", "surgery" and then I stopped listening; listening was taken over by crying and thinking about death, my two boys and my husband. Life as I knew it, had changed in a matter of minutes with one phone call. My mom had breast cancer so I felt I would probably have it also, I thought I was ready for the bad news one day; I most certainly was not. The news caught me completely unprepared, I was devastated.
I had the surgery and the lymph nodes were clean so the next treatment was radiation; no chemo. I was very lucky, we caught it in the very early stages. Looking back now, it could have been so much worse but at the time it was the end of the world for me, I truly know now the feeling of devastation. My last mammo was clean and I take my blocker everyday faithfully. I thank God I'm a survivor, but I can't help wondering when it will come back.
San Diego, CA