Well, the new year certainly got started. Last week Mom discovered she had stage one breast cancer–the earliest, most treatable stage–and Thursday she had a lumpectomy and had it removed.
No one was expecting this to be the way to start the year. Before Christmas we had our mammograms, and there was something different on Mom’s. A few years ago there was something different on her mammogram, and after a biopsy it turned out to be non-cancerous, but something that would bear watching. This year the *something different* changed, but we were expecting the same results… not dangerous, but would bear watching.
She was shocked when the doctor, after listening to Mom go on and on about how she was sure this would be much ado about nothing, gently interrupted her and said while he admired her optimism, this time it was wrong. It was breast cancer.
Cancer is a pretty scary word, but Mom was lucky. Stage one is easily treatable, and the doctor was optimistic. So was she.
Thursday turned out to be the longest day of our lives. Not because of apprehension, but because we started at 9:30 in the morning and didn’t get home until 9:30 in the evening. Even under the best of circumstances, a 12-hour day is long. But when you go here and there in a hospital, first for one thing, then another, and wait and wait and wait until an operating room that was supposed to be available ages ago finally opens up about an hour after you were scheduled to be finished… it’s a long day.
But it’s done now. They are sure they took all the cancer. Next week is a follow-up appointment, then radiation therapy will start. The first hard part is done. How hard radiation will be remains to be seen. Mom’s home, and we went for haircuts and lunch today, just like we have other Saturdays.
Hopefully, there will be many more Saturdays ahead.