After that very overwhelming day, I still didn't quite believe I was going to have the "C" word. I was in the middle of a little luncheon, and I got a call from my doctor (my general practitioner) and it went a little something like this:
Doctor in a concerned voice says: Are you okay?
Me: Why wouldn't I be? Uh yeah, why are you calling me?
Concerned Doctor: Didn’t they tell you?
Me: Tell me what?
Concerned Doctor: You have cancer...
Me: What? No, they did not tell me that. And I'm going to wait until I hear back from them. I'm going to do a biopsy and we'll see.
Something in the back of my head told me to call The Bedford Breast Center.
Long story short, I went to the biopsy on Tuesday and the man who did my biopsy, unbeknownst to me, was my radiologist who read the ultrasound. So I said to him, my doctor called and said this was cancer. Do you think it is, and he said I'm the one who told him. My only response was, if I was your mother, sister or your daughter, what would you suggest I do?
And he said well, this looks like textbook cancer to me, we will send the biopsy results to UCLA and I'll have the results within 5 to 7 days. I got a call two days later and he said, in fact, yes it’s breast cancer, but it’s also in your lymph nodes and that's when I had my first break down. That was the first time I cried, and I cried for my kids.
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