Candy, First you had no business not telling us. Second, didn't you think you could find someone else this happened to? It is very possible that I will need to drag you up behind the barn and have you dance to the tune of a peach switch. (Not only do I have a barn, but I have a peach tree.)
Four years after the first dx (the two years of treatment from hell), I had microcalcifications on the remaining breast. I did not have reconstruction done on the right side because of the multitude of problems there. I did, however, have surgery to replace all of the gangrene so it vaguely resembles a teeny breast. The dr who read the mimmagram (1/2 of a mammogram) showed me the sites and urged me to go to the surgeon. In fact, she had called him and he was waiting to see me.
This was the breast that had had the surgery to make it smaller, a perfect size B. I don't know what decisions you will make about
this but I took a very hard stand about
it. At the biopsy, I told the surgeon that if it was cancerous that I didn't care to sit in his office and listen to a list of options. He could just have his nurse call me and tell me what day they would be doing the mastectomy.
I had the biopsy on Monday, Tuesday his nurse called and Wednesday was the second mastectomy. I was adamant that he save my port though. He said that it might not be possible but I told him that I had every faith in him. He saved it. I did learn that it was not a recurrence, that it was a different form of bc, a new primary site.
The surgeon wanted me to go through another round of chemo as a preventative, but my Mitchell had just passed away so I refused it.
You can get through this. You are one tough little lady. Just keep fighting back because you just don't know what this disease is planning on doing next.
Hugs are all around you and I know Joyce will be piloting the PCE. I'll tell Cruella today that she'll be playing stewardess again. We do need to watch her with the chocolate. She claims she isn't eating all of it but the dark stains on her feathers and the little chocolate drool in the corner of her mouth tell otherwise.
Hang in there. You know that everyone here is with you and everyone here loves you.
A good friend will bail you out of jail...
but a true friend will be sitting
next to you saying,
"Dâmn... that was fun!".