I’ve never been a “why me” kind of gal. Why not me? Hey, anything can happen, but I didn’t include breast cancer on my short list of things that might go wrong. There is no history of breast cancer in my family. For that matter, I am not aware of a single incidence of any type of cancer in my family.
I was about due for a mammogram, anyway. Looking through the medical information I had on hand, I found that my last mammogram was dated just 13 months earlier. That meant there would be a good comparison.
My lifestyle choices, while not perfect, have been very good. I still felt the odds were tipped in my favor, and imagined that in a few weeks I’d be griping about expensive medical tests and wasted time.
Years ago, as I slogged my way through the maze of multiple sclerosis diagnosis and treatment, I found the process painfully slow, frustrating, and stress-inducing. I came to realize that too much medical intervention was exacerbating the situation more than helping. Less, in that case, turned out to be more.
A breast lump is not something to be taken lightly, that much I knew. I would not hesitate to visit doctors and take the appropriate tests. In just a few days, the mammogram would give us our first important clues to this new mystery, along with some indication of what lies ahead.
Author’s Note: This is article is part of a series chronicling my first-hand patient perspective of life with Triple-Negative Breast Cancer. Without being overly self-indulgent, I hope to convey the raw emotion that comes with such a diagnosis… and the process of living with and beyond it. Entries will appear in Care2 Causes and in Care2 Healthy & Green Living. Follow on Twitter @AnnPietrangelo
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