I'm 35 today. As we began the process to begin fertility treatment, I was instructed to get a baseline mammogram, considering my mom just died from cancer. However, I thought getting one wouldn't be something I needed to think about till I was at least 40, but I'm all about preventative measures ... so off to the breast center I went.
I asked around about what to expect with a mammogram and I got an array of "not so bad" stories to "you're going to cry." As I arrived at the Kapi`olani Breast Center I thought ... I'll get this done and I'll be good for a year. After watching my breasts twisted and turned into positions I thought were humanly impossible - I left with my red rose (courtesy of the Breast Center) and looked forward to celebrating my 35th year of life with friends and family.
After a wonderful lunch with friends, I got "the call." I need to go back for more tests ... they saw two nodules, one in each breast. All I could think was "could this really be happening?" My emotions got the best of me and I sobbed at my desk ... of course I don't know much right now, but all I could do was think the worst.
Of all days ... this wasn't only my 35th birthday, it was my first birthday without my mother ... what I would've given to hear her annual "happy birthday my girl," but I especially missed her after getting that phone call - she's who I called when something went wrong or right, my voice of reason - my best friend.
I'm told more tests will happen on Thursday and I'll find out if I truly have a reason to fear my future. My mind continues to race. I've thought about everything ... from could this really be happening to will this stop me from pursuing my dream of one day becoming a mother?
If I have to look at the glass half-full - early detection is key even if it turns out to be nothing!
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