The ultrasound-guided biopsy went well. I'm not very squeamish about these things anymore, and found it all interesting. I did have an ultrasound guided biopsy before cancer was diagnosed, but don't remember it being quite like this. But then a lot of time has passed since then, thank goodness. It was January 2011, so just over 4 years ago. Anyway, all went well! It took about an hour. They located the spot with Ultrasound (US), numbed me and then numbed deeper. Then they did an US picture right before and after each of the 6 samples and placed a tiny metal clip in the sight so it can be identified and found easily in future US and mammos. The actual sample, which is the part that seems a bit different, is taken through a needle, but is almost like a little gun. Not in appearance, but in how it acts. It makes a snap sound as it shoots in and out in nanno seconds all while grabbing a bit of the suspect breast tissue. I went home with an ice pack tucked into my bra, some steri-strips and bandaging. I was able to make a quick Costco trip in prep for a fun girls dyeing weekend (as in dyeing fiber) should all be well in the breast. If not, I guess I would have cancelled and gone home and cried a ton.
So by now you know the good news. Thursday afternoon I got the call and that everything is benign - NO CANCER. I am fine. Doing the happy dance for sure. But that week had been a bit on edge for Mark and I and the girls. I kept it all to myself otherwise, as it all happened so very very fast and they said from the get go 99% no problem. Thank the Lord!
But the reminder of how it can turn out and how cancer is like Russian Roulette always lurks out there somewhere. Cancer does not discriminate and hits the least suspected. And some close and dear to Mark and I know this all too well as we lost a sweet angel right around this same time to a short 30-month fight against breast cancer. She is a dear friends sister and a local Glen Ellen "boys" wife - Molly Cahill Singleton. A sweet guy that Mark helped to train as a firefighter, and a loving companion to his beautiful young wife. And then a few days later I learned of a sweet friends husband losing his battle to kidney cancer Curtis Mattison - A Veteran serving our country who had been fighting the VA to acknowledge his claim and provide his VA benefits; a father of middle school triplets, another child, and a blended family of other children as well. I mean, how do we make reason of all this. We don't. We offer our help and sympathies, and if you are like me, you cry A LOT! And wonder when and where we will find an end to this evil thing called cancer.
And then a week later, we go one with our lives. We put a big smile on our faces and thank some higher being above for three angelic faces I am blessed to call my grandchildren. So I spent a lovely Mother's Day weekend with some very special little humans, and their parents, of course!
AND now the Cardiomyopathy warrior!!!