I was diagnosed with IDC grade 2, stage 3, HER2+…My journey began May 10,2012. Actually I should back track a bit; to be a bit more accurate about a month earlier, to April 2012.
I had been sore on my right breast for about 3 weeks, but it was where the underwire of my bra rested, so I thought nothing of it. About two weeks later, one morning as I woke I rolled over in bed and felt pain. I reached to rub the side of my breast and I felt the lump. I remember cursing and then getting up and reexamining myself and then calling my doctor for an appointment.
I will never forget her words as she examined me, “Lori, I am almost positive it is only a cyst because of the pain you have”. Thank God she saw the fear in my eyes and decided to send me for a mammogram and an ultrasound. They also did a biopsy that very day. I knew then it wasn’t going to be good, but I tried to stay positive.
I saw the doctor and was given my diagnosis on May 10, 2012. Surgery was next on the calendar. My surgery date was June 12,2012, and my ‘quit smoking’ date was June 6, 2012, something I am very proud of (one year anniversary coming up soon). I had a lumpectomy and to follow was chemo, radiation, and then herceptin for a year. My chemo finished on Nov. 2012, my radiation was done Dec. 24, 2012, and my Herceptin is ongoing until October 2013.
I am happy to say I have been back to work full-time since February 2012, and my hair is coming in nicely. When I was first diagnosed one of my best friends told me about Fight Like a Girl Club. I am so thankful she did, because along with the love and support from my boyfriend, family, friends, and co-workers, FLAGC has been an incredible support system for me. I have cried, and I have laughed here; most of all I have met some beautiful people. I am so looking forward to the end of this journey and the completion of my treatment which also includes the removal of my port (I really dislike my port).
One thing for sure, I will remain a member and a friend of Fight Like a Girl Club. You Rock.
The informational content of this article 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.
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.