Mar 12, 2009 20:58
My mother has cancer.
We sat down to a family dinner tonight, and discussed treatment options, prosthetics and wigs. Actual laughter. All we know for the next four days is that it's aggressive, and the next four months are really going to suck.
Women, be vigilant. It didn't show up on the mammogram, she never would have known if she hadn't been checking herself and followed up when she found the lump. It wasn't even actually in her breast, it was a couple inches above it. A two centimeter knot with tendrils extending down into one breast and possibly beginning in the other. Sometime in the next few weeks, they're going to cut it out and inject dyes to see how far it might have spread so they know how far to dig. Then they'll decide if she needs chemotherapy or radiation for at least 16 weeks after that.
Three years ago my father was diagnosed with prostate cancer and we thought the world was ending. His surgery and treatment went smoothly and he's been fine ever since. This is my mother, not just the world but the whole damn universe. What if it's already too late?