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Breast Cancer Battle: It Begins
Mar. 7th, 2012 07:51 pmI don't think I've mentioned this anywhere online yet, but I probably should. Especially in my own journal.
My Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer earlier this year. This is absolutely terrifying, because we've already lost my Dad to cancer, and the thought that my Mom is going through the same thing brings me to tears.
But it's not the same. Not at all. Mom's lump is tiny, about the size of your pinkie finger nail. My cousin went through this in 2000, and hers was the size of your fist. My Mom's has been classed as a Grade 2 (out of a 3 point scale, where 1 is non-invasive, and 3 is very invasive), while my cousin's was classed as an aggressive Grade 3. My cousin, by the way, kicked cancers arse. Never mind that the treatment is practically routine by now.
So we're really optimistic that Mom will be fine. I know she will be. She goes in this Friday for her lumpomectomy surgery, and will start radiation sometime afterward. I've told her that any time she needs a place to stay in the city, she's more than welcome to have my bed.
Of course, this means that she's coming tomorrow with my Step Dad and brother to stay the night here. Which also means that I need to tame the disaster that is my apartment tonight.
Time to put on some episodes of Hoarders and get to it, eh? That show always makes me itchy to clean, even when I don't want to.
My Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer earlier this year. This is absolutely terrifying, because we've already lost my Dad to cancer, and the thought that my Mom is going through the same thing brings me to tears.
But it's not the same. Not at all. Mom's lump is tiny, about the size of your pinkie finger nail. My cousin went through this in 2000, and hers was the size of your fist. My Mom's has been classed as a Grade 2 (out of a 3 point scale, where 1 is non-invasive, and 3 is very invasive), while my cousin's was classed as an aggressive Grade 3. My cousin, by the way, kicked cancers arse. Never mind that the treatment is practically routine by now.
So we're really optimistic that Mom will be fine. I know she will be. She goes in this Friday for her lumpomectomy surgery, and will start radiation sometime afterward. I've told her that any time she needs a place to stay in the city, she's more than welcome to have my bed.
Of course, this means that she's coming tomorrow with my Step Dad and brother to stay the night here. Which also means that I need to tame the disaster that is my apartment tonight.
Time to put on some episodes of Hoarders and get to it, eh? That show always makes me itchy to clean, even when I don't want to.
