My family is riddled with all different cancers. Both alive and dead from head to toe. Because of this I have been getting mammograms since I was 30. Had a baby at 33 and skipped getting a mammogram that year. After things from the pandemic slowed down and optional medical services were restored I went in for my annual mammogram.
They called me the next day and said it looked abnormal so I needed to come back. The second appt was a mammogram and an ultrasound. They called me the next day and said I had asymmetry and calcifications. That was very uncharacteristic for a 34 year old. They wanted me back a third time for a mammogram, ultra sound and a biopsy. The wildest part is that I didn’t have a tumor. I didn’t have many of the signs to look for. The only way my cancer was or could have been and was found was through mammogram and MRI.
My doctor called me the next day and told me that it was cancer. He said It was invasive intraductal carcinoma. I didn’t know what he meant. I got hot and instantly cold. I was sweating and my mouth got dry.
All the things happened at once. I was so confused. I just went in to get my gold star, my green check mark. Every time I’d gone they’d told me I was too young to be there so that helped me with my anxiety and I had no worries. But now I was right. I didn’t want to be right for forcing my way into approvals and referrals but I was right to demand these things for myself but this wasn’t the time or place nor would it ever be to say, I was right.
From there on everything was a blur. I was diagnosed on 9/4 and my first chemo cycle was 10/8, on the anniversary of our first date Between that time, that wasn’t even a month; we did IVF, I had my port placement surgery, completed genetic testing, I had A CT scan, a PET scan, an MRI, a lymph node biopsy and I had an egg retrieval. It was a busy month. I ended up being diagnosed with Stage 2 HER2+ breast cancer at the age of 34.