I wasn't thinking about having breast cancer when I saw the postcard and booked an appointment for a routine (every two years) mammogram.
True, I'd been having a bit of pain in my left chest area, but I attributed it to indigestion. As in, it seemed to come and go.
Even when I got a call telling me I needed to come for an ultrasound and a second mammogram on my left breast, I wasn't worried. I'd had a cyst years before, and just assumed this was another one.
So imagine my surprise when the doctor told me I needed a biopsy.
And that it would be scheduled for the following Wednesday, just four days before my husband and I were booked to fly to Newfoundland for a three-week holiday.
To read more of my story and what I've learned from it, check out the blogs below:
If you missed Part 1 of this story, you can read it here. “Breast cancer is being detected at an earlier, more treatable stage these days, largely because women are taking more preventive measures, like self-exams and regular mammograms. And treatment is getting better too.”Elizabeth Hurley We were driving across the northernmost tip of Newfoundland,
If you missed part 1 of this story, you can read it here. If you missed part 2 of this story, you can read it here. “With all due respect to my surgeon, in a perfect world he would be out of a job.” Russ Ramsey, Struck: One Christian’s Reflections on Encountering Death So Much to
If you missed part 1 of this story, you can read it here. Part 2 of this story. Part 3 of this story. “The goal is to live a full, productive life even with all that ambiguity. No matter what happens, whether the cancer never flares up again or whether you die, the important thing is that
This is going to be short, but I wanted to let everyone know that I’m more or less back after an unexpected hiatus due to a routine mammogram that found a small breast tumour that turned out to be cancer.10 months ago, my life went on an unexpected detour…After the phone call indicating a possible
Me in the Maritimes September, 2018.One year ago today, Les and I were driving a sturdy rental car through a barren stretch on the north shore of Newfoundland when my cell phone rang. First, I was surprised that there was any cell coverage—for much of this trip there wasn’t. Second, since I rarely give out my number,