Terrified

The hardest part is waiting for a diagnosis and thinking the worst but as many have said, it may be nothing. And even if it is something, you will be okay. I went for a mammogram eight months late because of Covid lockdowns and was called back in: I knew something was not right when I had my mammogram. Fast forward to diagnosis and it was 7mm, about the size of a peanut and hadn’t spread to the lymph nodes. This was in February. Since then, I’ve had a lumpectomy and 15 rounds of radiation. I’m now on hormone medication. In between all this, I got married in April. Life goes on and as each month passes, things are getting better. I really believe that as each year passes, the treatment for breast cancer will get better and better and hopefully one day we’ll pop a pill to kick it to the kerb. Take care.