How I Got Here

Disease Quote With Pink Lights In The Background

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While I certainly don’t understand the reason that everything happens, I do believe that everything happens for a reason and that there are no coincidences.  Life is too immensely beautiful and messy for it to be random.  This morning, I experienced one of those moments.

This weekend, I have struggled emotionally with the fears and uncertainty that breast cancer has introduced to my psyche.  As I was doing laundry, my mind wandered, and I found myself thinking about how I ended up here.  These thoughts were still swirling in my mind when I received a sweet message from one of my college friends.  Lisa is such a kind person who has a heart of gold, and her sweet smile and disposition belie a strength that I don’t know if she is even aware of herself.  Part of her message suggested that I share how the breast cancer was detected, in the hopes that others could benefit from it.  While I am choosing not to disclose some of the specifics of my diagnosis and treatment at this time, I thought that Lisa’s idea was a great one.  If one person can benefit from my experience, it will make it more bearable for me to deal with this.

This chapter of my story began with my annual mammogram during Breast Cancer Awareness month, of all months.  I do not take my health lightly, as I embrace preventative measures and am an educated consumer/patient, but I admit that I was cocky when it came to breast cancer.  This cavalier attitude came from the fact that I lack the usual risk factors for breast cancer.  I do not have a family history of breast cancer.  I do not smoke.  I do not drink excessively.  I exercise, maintain a healthy weight, and have a fairly well-balanced diet. I breastfed both of my daughters until they were a year old.  I have regular mammograms, and overall, I am, or was, very healthy.  As my surgeon explained though, I do have two of the biggest risk factors for breast cancer, after all.  I have breasts, which puts me and everyone else, men and women, at risk.

After my mammogram, I met with the doctor, who showed me the films of my breasts.  Before she said a word, I saw a dark mass on my left breast, and my stomach sank.  About five years ago, I had two cysts biopsied, and they were benign.  This time, though, I instinctively knew that this was not the case.  Because I have dense, fibrocystic breasts, she ordered an ultrasound and a digital mammogram for the following week, but those did nothing to alleviate her concern or mine.  As the ultrasound technician marked the mass, again, I knew good news would not follow, and I was right, when I desperately wanted to be wrong.

Two weeks after that initial mammogram, the doctor aspirated a cyst and biopsied the mass, and afterward, she left me with the encouraging words that 75% of these masses are benign.  Her call the next day informed me that my mass was not among the 75%, as she said, “I’m sorry.  You have breast cancer.”  I was both shocked and not shocked all at the same time, and I still am.

I will never know how I got into this club, but I do know that I am going to fight like hell to get out of it and hope that no-one else joins it.  I wish that I could share the secret of how not to get breast cancer, but I cannot, neither can anyone else.  There are a lot of Monday morning quarterbacks coming out of the woodwork to speculate on how I could have prevented this and/or how I should treat this, but the reality is there is not one definitive or right way to predict, prevent, or treat this.

What I do know from my initiation into this club is that my annual mammogram gets the credit for detecting the shit in my tit, as my person aptly describes it.  Neither my doctor nor I could feel the mass, and I had no physical symptoms of this ticking time bomb beneath my skin.  Without that mammogram, I still wouldn’t know the mass existed.  While I sometimes believe that ignorance is bliss, in this case, I know that it is a matter of life and death.

I understand that I am very fortunate to have healthcare coverage that pays for annual mammograms and other preventative screenings, and it is my fervent hope that affordable healthcare and coverage for preventative measures become a reality for everyone everywhere.  It is also my hope that if you have been postponing any preventative health screenings that you schedule an appointment immediately.  If you think that you don’t have time to do so, trust me, treating a disease takes much more time and money than preventative measures do.

So, that’s how I got here.  I hope that the path I am embarking on leads me to being healed completely and as quickly as possible.  Like I told my person when I called to share the news that changed my life, “I don’t have time for this.”  I really don’t, as I have lots more to do in my life and with my life that does not involve cancer.

That’s another story . . .

 

 



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6 replies

  1. Kristi,
    Thanks for sharing and sharing so passionately and eloquently. Hopefully, this was detected in the early stages since you get mammograms so regularly. I know how strong you are and how much you have to live for! I can’t wait to cheer you on at the finish line when you are cancer free!!!! If you can view it as a journey to the finish line, you’ve got it!! ❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙👍👍👍👍👍👍❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙👍👍👍👍

    • Amy, thank you for always supporting me and making me smile! Your amazing roommate can take credit for this, and I am so glad that she suggested it. I look forward to coming up for a visit with you all, as it definitely is awesome medicine. We are going to have one helluva celebration when this is over!!! XOXO

  2. Thankyou darling, for sharing. You will help many other women. xxx

  3. My darling friend whom I only know through the blogosphere! I am sending virtual hugs to wrap you in. There aren’t scarier words out there for a woman to hear than, “you have bc.” However, two things I know: 1) Breast cancer is survivable! 2) You will impact the lives of the women who read your blog because of this. Your raw and pure voice is exactly the one needed to talk about the hard stuff when it comes to bc. Your honesty and willingness to make yourself vulnerable is the perfect way to lead to this discussion . . . a discussion so desperately needed! So-while I am heart broken you are having to deal with this fear-I am certain you will change lives with your voice. Hang in there darling! xo

    • Karen, you are such a genuine, beautiful, and positive soul, and I am so grateful our paths have crossed. I cannot thank you enough for your encouragement, kindness, and support. I am scared, but I also know that if ever there were a time to be brave and to fight, it is now. Thanks to what has to be the best support system in the world, I know that I can do this and that I can win! XOXO

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