After getting off the phone with the doctor I was only able to sit there in silence. I sat in my bed dumbfounded finding this hard to believe that this was really happening to me. I had taken care of another woman in hospice that had breast cancer and I talk and visited my girlfriend Jeanette often all while she was taking care of her own mother, who had lost her battle to breast cancer. I knew the heartache that breast cancer could bring, but I never thought I would experience any of it firsthand. Far as I knew I didn’t have a family history of breast cancer. I always had an annual physical examination, thinking I was reassuring myself that I was healthy. I saw my doctor regularly, especially when I felt something was wrong. I know doctors are not God, but I thought I was doing all the right things. I had already had this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach ever since I felt that lump in my breast the second time back in July 2006. I was speechless, which was not something I was used to being. I called my sister, Joyce who lived nearby and told her my troubling news. Just like any sister, she reassured me that I would be fine.
~More to come