One Year

Last week marked one year since I started my journey with breast cancer.  Though I didn’t know it at the time, that morning would mark the last of my quiet morning routines for some time.  Gene and I got up and enjoyed our usual morning walk with Dolly on a...

The Surgeon

On the way to the appointment with the surgeon, Gene asks me if I have decided on what treatment plan I would prefer.  He explains that if I am uncertain or uncomfortable at any point, we can walk out of there without setting a surgery date.  I go over my thoughts...

The Oncologist

There is something surreal about driving up to the Cancer Center.  I don’t feel sick.  Could this all be a big mistake?  Why don’t they have an address on the building?  It looks rather nice.  I admire the lobby and artwork as we enter.  They have free...

The Pathology Report

Waiting is awful.  It is like being suspended in a place where your feet don’t touch the ground and you can’t quite reach the ceiling.  You can still move your arms and legs, but you don’t get anywhere.  I had my biopsies on a Friday so you can just...

The Biopsy

You have to have a sense of humor when you walk into a room and there is a table with a big hole in the very center and they tell you that you have to climb a ladder and put your right breast in the hole.  I looked down and said, “But my breast isn’t in...

The Mammogram

My sweet husband took the day off and went with me to my mammogram appointment.  I didn’t want to ask him to do this, but it was so nice to have him there. I’m nervous.  As we sit and wait for them to come get me, my leg is tapping as I watch whatever...