Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Roller Coaster Ride!
Roger and I spent the evening nearly sick to our insides that this early detection cancer was maybe something much bigger. We ate no dinner. I cried and cried some more.
I had to be at the Breast Center early Wednesday morning...7:30 AM to check in. Ultrasound started at 8:00. Roger kept telling me it was "going to be a good day". Inside myself, I did not believe him.
There was a woman working in the office of the Breast Center named "Stella", (my grandmother's name). My first impression of her was she was an attractive, fit, and healthy woman who I was assuming never had to deal with cancer herself. Minutes later she was in the waiting room with us and I think she saw that I looked somewhat in distress and started conversation. Her words were so supportive and soothing. Stella herself had breast cancer six years ago and could feel my agony. She had a double mastecomy. She looked so great. She has no idea how important she became in my life at that moment. I was a stranger to her and she reached out to me.....when I really needed it. I will never forget our conversation about going through and experiencing breast cancer.
I was taken back to prepare for my ultrasound. Another type of gown today.....open to the front...ties in the back. As I lie there with ultrasound being performed, I finally start "versing" with "Heather", the technician. I told her of my terrible anxiety over the news of my MRI. . She began to tell me it is very common for a patient to come in for more tests because of MRI results. The MRI shows "everything". She then asked me if I have ever been told I had fibro-cystic breasts. I said no....she was surprised. She also explained that the lymph node was probably flared up due to my inital biopsy. The tension in my body began to unwind a bit. "Why couldn't this have been initially discussed with me when called about my MRI results", I wondered. Sure enough, the ultrasound checked out fine....no biopsies to perform today. "This" scare was over. As we left the breast center, I waved to Stella. She came up to the window, pointed to her chin, and told me "chin up".
Roger was right. It was a good day.
I'm done with THAT roller coaster ride.