page1I was diagnosed with breast cancer on November 3, 2014.  I was called from the waiting room with the nice pitchers of lemon water, into the little office to wait for the radiologist.  I had known him all of 37 seconds when he came in and told me that he was pretty positive that he had found a mass that looked like cancer.  Of course, only a biopsy could make that diagnosis conclusive, he said.  To which he added, “Do you have any questions?”  Well, I guess that didn’t feel like the right thing for him to say, because I came back with my guns blazing, “Questions?  Questions?  If you know of some questions that I am supposed to ask, maybe you could just pony up the answers here, Alex Trebek, because right now the only questions that’s coming to mind is, “Can I go now????”

I quickly changed out of my little pink robe, handed them back the little pink key to my locker and quickly left, leaving behind the pink pen, pink rubber wrist bracelet and pink chapstick. No door prizes for me today.

As I got to my car, I couldn’t believe how surreal everything felt. As I dialed my mom, my husband, my best friend, I felt like I was reading the script to a bad Lifetime movie. “I have a mass. I need a biopsy. I can’t believe this is happening to me.”  Nothing I said sounded like anything I had ever said before.  The fact was I HAD never said any of those things before.  All I knew was in that moment, in that little room, my life was about to change forever.