The Rocky Shore Called Breast Cancer
Deep breath . . . big swallow. Here it goes:
I was officially diagnosed with invasive ductal breast cancer on December 26, 2012. The week prior, during a typical morning routine of chaos, coffee and award-winning singing in the shower, I felt an unusual lump in my left breast that I hadn’t noticed before. Though it gave me pause for a brief, nervous moment, I blocked it out until that evening when I asked my husband, John to feel it. His immediate, concerned response suggested I call the doctor first thing in the morning. At the next morning’s appointment, the unofficial, corroborated diagnosis was given after ultrasound and mammogram revealed a 6×4 cm mass that had (according to the clinicians and radiologist) a distinct “look and feel” of a malignant breast cancer — that they felt close to 100% certain of. At that moment, the nausea began.
The surrealism of the news ushered in a strange sense of confused certainty and uncertainty all at once that was only centered and resolved through my conversations with the Lord and the amazing support and encouragement of friends and family.
Now begins this difficult, but hope-filled journey . . . one that many have traveled before me. I had a choice at diagnosis to either sit in an corner and cry or use this unexpected course in my life to fill others with encouragement, information, love, laughter, and a whole lotta hope.
I chose HOPE.