Lots of things have been going on here. My grandson is now almost 6 years old and will be starting Kindergarten in the fall. If you think time flies when you children are little, it goes even faster when you have grandkids!
Personally I have been fighting the battle. The cancer battle. I will give you the short story.
This time, I just kind of had a nagging fear in the back of my head. But here comes the tech, calling me back for more views. Not quite my idea of a good time. This mammogram device was surely invented by a man who was trying to get revenge on some woman.
The radiologist read the new views and decided there was something suspicious. I was scheduled for a needle biopsy two days later. Nothing worse than waiting, especially when you are waiting for that kind of news. On Friday I finally received the call. The doctor said the results were inconclusive and it now became a surgical issue.
On November 14, 2016, I underwent the knife for a lumpectomy. Again, the lab here got inconclusive results. By this time, my nerves are shot. More waiting. When I went for a follow up with the surgeon, he had just gotten the results. It was cancer. Pure tubular carcinoma of the breast. Thankfully, my surgeon got clean margins and no further surgery was needed. He also said he had to give massive credit to the radiologist as this tumor was so small, and on the chest wall, that he was surprised it was even detected.
Then the fun starts. All this information is flying at me, barely any time to digest it. I met with the radiologist and oncologist and they decided I would undergo radiation treatment. I underwent 30 radiation treatments. So thankful I didn't need chemo. Thankful for lots of things.
To say this experience has changed me, would be an understatement. To be faced with your own mortality is very eye opening. I'm positive I can say I have kicked cancer in the ass. You can't get rid of me that easily!
