I awoke this morning to a beautiful fall day. The sun was just rising with a beautiful orange glow and it just made me glad to be alive to experience another sunrise.
Back track to June 2010, so far a good summer. My third husband was now long out of my mind (yes, I said third, but hey, I still haven’t caught up to Elizabeth Taylor, well not yet anyway). I had met a WONDERFUL man on line and felt that finally things may just go my way. Maybe it was going to be my time to shine. I was still 48 and felt in the best shape in my life. YES! I declared myself one lucky gal. Then it happened. A routine mammogram showed that the lump that I had lived with in my right breast for 5 years had turned to cancer. My first question was “When did it turn”? Well, no one knew the answer to that one, but they did tell me that it was a good thing I went in when I did because I would not have lived very long with this aggressive tumor in my body.
Alright, so what now? I had gone to have the mammogram because this wonderful man that I had met suggested strongly that I should get it attended to. I honestly felt that I was too busy to worry about something that had been deemed 5 short years ago a non-malignant growth that was not a concern. Why worry now? Why take time out of my busy schedule to go get a test that is less than tolerable? I conceded only because I thought it might be a good idea to get it checked. I joked that I liked pancakes, so why not have my breast turn into one.
I went into the clinic to have this routine mammogram, joking with the technician by asking if she had any syrup, just being silly like I have always been. She placed my right breast on the press, sorry, the machine, and proceeded to get the pictures necessary to determine that I was okay. She came back in and told me that she just needed a few more because she needed more clarification. I was not alarmed at this, but a tad put out since I had a lot to do that day. She took a few more pictures and told me I could get dressed. Yes, good, now I could get back to work or so I thought. Not so fast…she returned and apologized, but needed more pictures. I still was not alarmed so begrudgingly undressed again and went for another ‘pressing’. I was seriously beginning to wonder if my breast would go back to it’s normal bean bag shape or stay a totally flattened pancake after all of this. I got the green light to get dressed again only to have her return for another round of pictures. You would think I would be concerned, but I wasn’t. I asked what the problem was all the while understanding she could not tell me anything. She advised that the other technician needed more for clarification and of course, this was not divulged to me.
Finally I was on my way back to work, feeling a tad more sore than when I went in but rather happy that it finally returned to it’s normal state. I was just very glad that the whole ordeal was over and I could just get on with things feeling very confident that life was just beginning – better late than never I thought. Boy was I wrong!
I will continue with the journey in my next blog and I do hope that it helps anyone who has someone that they love that may be going through this ordeal…that is my goal, to help and to hopefully brighten someone’s day.