On August 31, 2020, just 4 months after marrying the love of my life I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I had gone in for my first ever mammogram in July and opted for the 3D mammogram due to family history. My paternal grandmother died from breast cancer almost 29 years ago. I received a letter that I needed to have an ultrasound and after the ultrasound, I was told I needed to have a biopsy. I had the biopsy.
On August 31st, I went for a doctor’s appointment to meet my new primary care provider and just before coming in to the exam room, she had received the results of the biopsy – invasive ductal carcinoma. I drove home in a daze and bawling. I called my husband and told him and he came home from work. Within hours, a nurse navigator for breast cancer from the hospital called me and talked with me about the next steps.
I had a lumpectomy on September 30th, as well as a hernia repair, figured I was already going to be under might as well get both taken care of. My cancer was diagnosed as Stage 1a. In November, I did my radiation. I opted for an accelerated treatment, which was 6 days of radiation instead of 19 days. 3 days after my last radiation treatment, I had to have a biopsy on my thyroid and 4 days after my last radiation treatment I had to have a Mohs procedure done to remove basil cell carcinoma from my face.
While I feel blessed that the breast cancer was Stage 1a, I was overwhelmed by everything else that was going on. I am now cancer free but have to take medication for the next 5 years to hopefully prevent it from coming back. My husband has been my rock through it all. I am so blessed that God brought him into my life to help me through this!
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.