Friday, April 10, 2009

The Longest Fifteen Days of My Life

Fifteen days ago I went to my doctor to have her look at a dimple on my breast. I just thought it was merely a sign of a wrinkle. I had been ignoring it for close to a year. I expected a knowing smile, simple explanation and the proverbial pat on the head as I went out the door. What I got was my first appointment for a mammogram. Since then I've been squished, scanned, poked, sliced, and scanned again.

What they can definitely tell me is that I have invasive ductal carcinoma. They can also tell me that I'm too young to be diagnosed with this and that I will definitely have to be artificially induced into early menopause to minimize further occurrences. What they cannot tell me is what stage I'm in or how big it is. So I have to be scanned, poked and sliced some more next week. Each day waiting for test results feels like five. But today is good because I don't have ANY doctors appointments and I survived my MRI !!!!

1 comment:

  1. Rosemary, I had no idea. I am so very sorry to hear this. I hope and pray all goes well with you.