That's exactly what I was thinking on May 23, 2011, when the radiologist from hell told me I had invasive breast cancer. I wanted to jump across the table and remove the eye balls from her face. I wanted to scream at her and ask her 'why?' ... but not because I had cancer. It was because the news was coming from her: so blunt, so uncaring, so cruel.
But here's the blessing: for the next two days I didn't focus on the breast cancer because I was so focused on THAT woman. Oh, yeah. Sometimes anger is a good thing ... but only for a day or two. As soon as I came out of the anger funk, I started the breast cancer journey. There was so much to do. So many decisions to make. So many tests and consultations and sleepless nights. I was scared. Really scared.
At this point, I knew nothing about breast cancer in general or MY breast cancer in particular. I didn't even know that I needed to know! This was the beginning of my "research ride."
Another blessing: my precious grandkids. Just adore these guys!
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