If you know me at all, you know that I have a propensity for ending up in the hospital. It's become almost a yearly thing with me. 2013-hand surgery, 2012-gallbladder removal, 2011-broken leg, 2010-ER visit after sliding down the attic stairs and clunking my head on the wall. (Yes, I admit, I'm kind of a walking disaster!) As the year draws to a close, I started thinking to myself, "Wouldn't it be great if I could get through 2014 without any medical disasters?" That would be so cool!
And then I went in for my yearly mammogram. No big deal... no history of breast cancer in my family. I got smooshed and came home. The Tuesday before Thanksgiving I got a call from the radiologist that they wanted me to come in for another mammogram. The first one wasn't clear enough.
They smooshed me again and I still wasn't too concerned... until they thoughtfully ushered me into the "V.I.P. Lounge" and asked if I wanted any juice or water or anything while I waited for the films to come back. As I sat there drinking the complimentary bottle of water, I started thinking to myself, "When they take you to the "V.I.P Lounge" and offer you something to drink, it's probably not a good thing."
It wasn't. An ultrasound, biopsy and MRI later it was confirmed... I have breast cancer.
But before you go and get all worried about me, I want you to know I'll be fine. Because of the type of cancer and due to early detection, I'm getting off easy with a partial mastectomy followed by six weeks of radiation.
Yeah, I'll kick cancer's butt... no problem! Because I'm a she-woman! I think I'll skip the pink tattoo, though. Pink is just not my color!
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