The week of December 8, 2009 I discovered a lump. It was time for my annual mammogram so I called to make an appointment. Because I told them I had a lump they were able to make a sonogram appointment for the same time (after getting the necessary referral from my doctor).
But I have had lumps before, more than once and they turned out to be nothing but cysts so I didn't worry too much.
I had my mammogram on Thursday, Jan 8, 2009. They took lots films, reviewed them, took more and did the sonogram. When the doctor came in to take a look I knew there must be something suspicious. He said that I would need a biopsy and that he could do it right then. So of course I agreed as I wouldn't want to wait if there is a problem. They took 4 core biopsies at at time. Then put in titanium markers and took for mammogram film so they knew exactly where the biopsies came from. That was a bit painful. I had been there over 4 hours. No complaints. I was happy they could do it all then rather than coming back another day. Poor Mark was wondering what was going on all this time.
The next day, Friday, Jan 9 I called my OB/GYN's office to tell them they should look for my pathology reports and gave them my cell and home numbers. I was told that I would only hear on Friday if there was bad news... At about 3pm I got the call. And that is how this ride began.
Somehow (perhaps the strings pulled by the OB/GYN) I had an appointment with a surgeon specializing in breast cancer the following Tuesday at 10am. Can't get much quicker than that.
I spent the weekend in disbelief. My eyes were practically swollen shut. I was walking around in a "fog". Called my family to tell them. On Sunday was able to talk with a few close friends - most of the time without falling apart. This was my new reality.