My youngest daughter is only 41 and she has just been diagnosed with Invasive Ductile Carcinoma. Unlike me, she will choose reconstruction because she's young. I was 60 and honestly, I don't miss those puppies or my bra!!
I had the BRCA blood test to see if I carried the gene, which I did not. That gave us all a false sense of security, but here we are again.
My heart breaks for her. Her husband is petrified but being so supportive and brave in the face of things. Her children are great and have a ton of questions, which we don't even know the answers to yet. We were all hoping for a benign biopsy, so we only have the crappy cancer news. We don't know stage, we don't know if it's hormone positive or if she'll require chemo or radiation.
Breast cancer is not a death sentence. It's a bump in the road. Well, more like a wreck! But, it's a painful and emotional journey. There's YEARS of doctor visits, blood tests, treatments...and it changes you.
Crappy cancer puts a little dark cloud over you that follows you around forever.
We do believe that God is the ultimate healer and we have complete faith He will carry her, and us, through this journey.
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