March 4, 2022 - GUESS WHAT HONEY
As the week was coming to a close, or shall I say, as 3-5 days were nearing the end, Brian always made sure to ask if I had heard from the Dr. He came home from work Friday afternoon and asked. To say the words out loud, while looking in someone’s eyes, was when I felt a waterfall of emotion collapse me. I told him the news. They said I have breast cancer, but it’s NON-invasive, only in my ducts. I’ve already called the surgeon they referred me to and I’ve got our appointment to talk to her about next steps. He held gently, yet tight. It was perfect. His comforting voice, “we’re going to talk to the surgeon and everything is going to be OK. I love you and I’m with you.” I always know he’s with me.
I talked with a close friend, extensively, who had to have a lump removed before. Her positivity convinced me my experience would be the same. The surgeon will tell me I need a lumpectomy. It will be an outpatient surgery and I’ll get Starbucks after because I’ll have deserved that $8 coffee.
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