So after a tense week of waiting I was told that the biopsy was negative, that the lump was a fibroid with metabolic changes, however the Doctor had observed some abnormalities and wanted me to see an oncology surgeon. My family doctor referred me to a wonderful surgeon. I thought it would be a consult about IF I needed to have surgery. This was not the case. The question was WHEN. The doctor also sent me back to the imaging lab to get a BSGI (Breast Specific Gamma Imaging). Again I thought I would finally get a definitive answer. Not so. The technician said that anything with a high metabolic rate would react. So the only thing this test told us was that there was a lump... I did get a big kick out of being radioactive on Halloween.
Surgery to remove the lump was scheduled on the 22nd of November, two days before Thanksgiving. Three days before my birthday. Everything went smoothly. Mike, my husband, was able to be there with me and was my anchor as I went through the emotional storm of surgery.
The doctor ended up taking out an egg-sized lump. We were told that the pathology would be back the Monday following the long weekend.
Around noon on Wednesday, November 23rd I got a call from my surgeon. Cancer. I was numb from shock. I called Mike. I called my friend Karen and went on getting ready for Thanksgiving.
For the first time in my life we were hosting Thanksgiving. My sister and her family were coming up from southern Oregon. Mike's mom and grandma were coming up from Salem. I waited until after dinner on Thanksgiving to break the news. The day after we got more news. Chemotherapy.
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