Several months ago, I celebrated making it five years since my diagnosis with breast cancer. At that time, I had a check up with my doctor, and things appeared okay, but we postponed having a mammogram since I was still breastfeeding at the time. Now that I have finished breastfeeding, I went for the mammogram. After the films were taken, I sat and waited while the radiologist took a look at them. I knew something was up when he requested that I have several more images taken. He told me that the images showed some areas that were "highly suspicious of malignancy" and that I would need to schedule a time to come back for a biopsy.
As I drove home, I tried to be brave, but tears coursed down my cheeks. I had a million thoughts go through my head. I wondered a lot about the past. I wondered if I had the right surgery and the right treatments five years ago. I wondered if I made correct decisions regarding my health. Before I reached home, though, I recalled three distinct experiences from my past that filled my heart with peace and made me feel no regret for the past. I knew that if this was something, that if this was cancer again, that there would be a purpose for having to do it again, but that it wasn't because of something I did wrong in the past.
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