It began just like any other day.  It was two weeks before Christmas, I had errands to run, and my annual mammogram and ultrasound scheduled.  And then it happened, “there is an abnormality on your ultrasound.”  “Most likely a glandular mass.”  “Recommend a biopsy just to be safe.”  Life went into slow motion.  What if it’s cancer again?  I can’t do this again!  I scheduled the biopsy for the following week.  The day arrived and the physician agreed with the original radiologist that it looked like a glandular mass (not a concern).  I would have the pathology in two days.  Those two days moved like molasses in winter.  And then the call from my GYN, it was Breast Cancer.  Cancer, a word I NEVER wanted to hear again in my life.

I saw the surgeon the week of Christmas and was scheduled for surgery the week between Christmas and New Year.  What a holiday season it was.  What-ifs weighed heavy on my mind at all times, even though I knew focusing on it every second wouldn’t change anything.  The day of surgery arrived.  First, I was sent for a sentinel lymph node injection and locating, then on to a needle localization (a wire is inserted into the mass using imaging guidance, that was fun).  Finally, it was time for surgery.  I was so thankful I was able to do all this as an outpatient, especially given the current Covid situation.  Now to start the surgery recovery and await the pathology.  The lab was really backed up with two holidays in the previous two weeks and the understaffing because of the pandemic.  What should have been two to three days dragged on to nine, long days.  When it finally came back this past week the results were favorable (as favorable as a cancer can be).  I will see the surgeon for follow-up this coming week and get more information then.

Then, I’m off to the oncologist.  I am hoping the next steps won’t include chemotherapy!  There’s that work, Hope.  It seems to appear more in my life in the last few years than ever before.  Hope is so important, but sometimes so elusive. There have been so many times in my cancer battles that hope felt all but lost.  Yet here I am!  I am left wondering what the purpose is in all these diagnoses, but I choose to believe there is one.

So, I am firmly back in the fight again.  A place I never wanted to be once, no less twice.  Questioning why my immune system seems to not be able to contain rogue cancer cells before they become something more.  I have changed my eating choices to the most inhospitable for cancer growth (whole food, plant based), am at a healthy weight (most of the time), work on my stress management (not always too successfully, if I am being totally honest), but here I am.  So I ask you, my Hopeful Survivor friends, to send well wishes and/or prayers my way during these next few months.  I think community is so important and I consider each of you mine.  And never forget, as you face your own road you never wanted to travel, that there is always hope!  It is not only my blog byline, but a constant theme in my life.  Wishing you all a healthy and peaceful new year and sending so much love your way!