It was early September. My daughter, L, just started preschool. My son, T, and I were getting ready for all kinds of adventures just the two of us. My husband, Andrew, went back to work after a beautiful summer off, and I had just finished my five-week Real Estate course. I was busy studying to get ready for my exam, while training for my first half marathon!
One morning, I woke up and noticed a large bump on my left breast. I questioned it, but brushed it off. My body had been through two pregnancies in two years, I recently started exercising, and lost about 20 lbs. I figured I would give it a month to see if anything changed. Maybe it was hormonal? I am young and do not have a strong family history of breast cancer. Hell, I've never had a major medical concern in my life at all!
Over the next couple weeks, I continued to notice the bump. Though it wasn't so much as a bump, but a mass. It continued to bother me. I was training for my very first half marathon. I had never been so focused on something like I was when I was running and did not want to let this get in my way, no matter what it was. I was determined to wait to see a doctor until after my race at the end of October.
It couldn't be breast cancer. Google said I would have discomfort, nipple discharge, inverted nipples, change in color to my breast...I had none of the above.
The mass that I felt did not hurt. I did not gradually notice it. It was as if one day, it was just there, and it was big. It was firm. It was not normal for me. Still, I gave it time and I did not want to panic.
A couple weeks later, I remember cleaning out L's room, helping her organize all of her toys, when I felt a slight pain under my left armpit. When I touched it, it was the pea-size ball that really caught my attention.
Now, I may have been having some normal congestive symptoms with two boogery kids in the house and a husband who is a school teacher at the start of his school year, but I know my body. I have never experienced swollen lymph nodes when I get sick. Red flag.
I called my doctor right away. It was Monday, and they were able to get me in on the next day.
I met with my doctor and she could definitely feel what I was feeling. She said it could be a whole spectrum of things, but she ordered me an ultrasound and mammogram just to be sure.
I was able to meet with a radiologist Wednesday morning. First, we did an ultrasound, and followed up with the mammogram. I am 28 years old. I went to this appointment alone because I knew it would be nothing. Except, every step I had been taking so far, was not so reassuring. The radiologist came back into the ultrasound room and determined we needed to biopsy my breast because they could not factor out cancer.
This whole time I had been thinking it was nothing. I thought I was that annoying patient who went in for a minor concern that they see all the time. Now the gears shifted.
"Could I actually have breast cancer?"
I was alone. I left that appointment in tears when I should have been smiling. After a quick stop to the bathroom to take a breath, I made my way home to my family. As soon as I got home, I wrapped everyone up in my arms and never wanted to let go. The next few days of waiting were not going to be easy.
Friday was my biopsy day. This was no walk in the park by any means, but I made it through. Honestly, it felt as if they were taking a nail gun and shooting it at my chest. The needle was guided by the ultrasound so they could see where they were in the breast, and they placed little markers inside so we could see where they biopsied in a mammogram image. I was supposed to receive results either Monday or Tuesday. The nurse said if it's good news, they would call, if it was bad news, I would get a call from my regular doctor. Monday night I was supposed to take my Real Estate exam.
After a long weekend, Monday rolled around. My mom and I took the kids to a local pumpkin patch. It was cloudy and wet, but I needed to keep busy and wanted someone with me in case I got the call. Nothing.
Monday night came, and I still wasn't sure if I wanted to take my exam. I already paid for it, and if I took it I probably wouldn't pass because my mind was not in it at all, but if I rescheduled and this ends up being cancer, when would I ever take the test. I took the exam that night at 5:30pm. I passed the exam at 7:15pm. On Tuesday morning at 11:07am, my phone wrang. It was my regular doctor. My heart sunk. She asked me how I was, and said the words...
"I am so sorry, but it is cancer."
How was I supposed to respond to this? I don't even think I cried. My body was taken over by complete shock. I was already preparing myself for the worst, and hoping for the best, but the worst is what got me. I got off the phone and turned to my mom who was standing there with me in the kitchen. We hugged in disbelief and I looked at the clock. Life kept going, time kept ticking. It was now 11:17am, time to pic L up from school...
