upcoming biopsy
As the date of my biopsy on Thursday approaches, I find myself becoming increasingly nervous. The possibilities:
1) I don't have cancer. (Yay!)
2) I do have have cancer, and will need a mastectomy. (Boo!)
3) In addition to a mastectomy, I'll need chemo. (That would be devastating.)
4) The first three options mean my survival. The fourth is terrifying to contemplate.
When I was diagnosed with cancer five years ago, I was in complete denial. It never occurred to me that I could die. I was upset that I would have to leave Akron, have chemo, and would be unable to have children. Now I have a much better sense of what cancer is.
I should find out before Christmas. There is as much chance that this will turn out to be nothing as the other possibility.
1) I don't have cancer. (Yay!)
2) I do have have cancer, and will need a mastectomy. (Boo!)
3) In addition to a mastectomy, I'll need chemo. (That would be devastating.)
4) The first three options mean my survival. The fourth is terrifying to contemplate.
When I was diagnosed with cancer five years ago, I was in complete denial. It never occurred to me that I could die. I was upset that I would have to leave Akron, have chemo, and would be unable to have children. Now I have a much better sense of what cancer is.
I should find out before Christmas. There is as much chance that this will turn out to be nothing as the other possibility.