One year later
I was diagnosed last year on May 15th and am currently reliving each day of this week. On that Monday I was sitting at my son's baseball game when a my chart alert popped up on my phone. I checked it quickly looking for the "negative" result but instead saw the word "mass". I had to close my chart and reopen it to make sure I read it right. Then on Tuesday I got the call from the clinic to schedule an ultrasound, and if needed, a biopsy. On Wednesday I had the ultrasound. When the ultrasound tech came back in after consulting with the radiologist she told me they needed to do a biopsy. That's when the panic set in as I realized my greatest fear was likely to become real. I received the official diagnosis on Thursday as I was driving to pick up my kids from school. Every day when I pass that part of the route the words "breast cancer" pop into my head. I'm reliving all of that and remembering the fear.
I had a lumpectomy with radiation and am currently on endocrine therapy. Everything is going well but my first followup mammogram in next Tuesday and it's weighing heavily on my mind. Last year I left my mammogram without a care in the world having no idea what was to come. That innocence is gone and now I have to deal with scan anxiety every six months. This just sucks.