My Diagnosis journey
Last November Waylon was straddling me one morning in our living room pretending I was a horse, when he happened to jump all the way up to my chest.
I heard a pop and it was hard and painful to move my arm (left) that day. Immediately there was a lump in my breast.
I went to the doctor the next day who immediately sent me over for an ultrasound. I remember being so scared and asking for prayer from a few friends. About 10 minutes after my ultrasound the tech came out and told me it was torn tissue from trauma. I was so relieved I cried.
Fast forward a few phone calls to the doctor over a 10 month span about the lump still being there and hurting if I did chest exercises, only to be told not to use my chest muscle and eat protein, I decided to go back in for a follow up ultrasound. Sept 5th I went in for it and the ultrasound tech was in my armpit,they told me not to get dressed I was getting a mammogram. I was so scared and began crying, why am I getting a mammogram for torn tissue? It was such a long, scary appointment.
I was eventually walked to a dark room with my results and was told they no longer believed it was torn tissue, I needed to go have a biopsy done the following week.
The following week Austin was in Kentucky for work so my mom took me. The ultrasound tech checked both my armpits and breasts. I remember thinking how in the world did torn tissue get me here? Then the Doctor came in for the biopsy and mentioned that the lump was hard, I said oh is that good? and with no bedside manner she said No, I believe you have breast cancer. I couldn't believe what I heard and couldnt stop crying, I need to see my kids grow up is all I could think. Fast forward to Friday of that week, my drs office called at 5pm to tell me they had results but I had to come in on Monday.
Sept 16th, the doctor came in with a paper packet and my results. Invasive Ductoral CANcer. He gave us an oncologist's information and sent us on our way. We met with the oncologist 2 days later where we heard a lot of things like "postive numbers" " young and healthy" "shouldnt need treatment" "early stage two" and "you're lucky your son jumped on you". Next day we met with the plastic surgeon. GOD has continued to answer prayers, provide peace and give us good results.
Austin, has handled every single appointment for me. He's handled every phone call, he's jumped on board to help us clean our home, hes taking FMLA to be here to care for me after. He has done a ton of research and asked so many questions at Dr's offices when I only had one. He has written down their answers so when I ask later he can remind me, he has scheduled all my post surgery medicines into our calendar with alarms. He has bought anything and everything Ive said Id need for post surgery. He has prayed over me, prayed with me, listened to me cry, held me, reminded me that I am going to live a long life, spoken life into me and continues to keep me positive, I am so thankful.
•Updated, After meeting with the plastic surgeon we had decided to go with a bilateral mastectomy with a diep flap procedure. A diep flap is basically removing all tissue from my breasts and filling them with stomach tissue, leaving my stomach with a tummy tuck. My surgery was October 24, 2019 and my treatment plan is 5.5 weeks of radiation followed by 10 years of hormone therapy.
I heard a pop and it was hard and painful to move my arm (left) that day. Immediately there was a lump in my breast.
I went to the doctor the next day who immediately sent me over for an ultrasound. I remember being so scared and asking for prayer from a few friends. About 10 minutes after my ultrasound the tech came out and told me it was torn tissue from trauma. I was so relieved I cried.
Fast forward a few phone calls to the doctor over a 10 month span about the lump still being there and hurting if I did chest exercises, only to be told not to use my chest muscle and eat protein, I decided to go back in for a follow up ultrasound. Sept 5th I went in for it and the ultrasound tech was in my armpit,they told me not to get dressed I was getting a mammogram. I was so scared and began crying, why am I getting a mammogram for torn tissue? It was such a long, scary appointment.
I was eventually walked to a dark room with my results and was told they no longer believed it was torn tissue, I needed to go have a biopsy done the following week.
The following week Austin was in Kentucky for work so my mom took me. The ultrasound tech checked both my armpits and breasts. I remember thinking how in the world did torn tissue get me here? Then the Doctor came in for the biopsy and mentioned that the lump was hard, I said oh is that good? and with no bedside manner she said No, I believe you have breast cancer. I couldn't believe what I heard and couldnt stop crying, I need to see my kids grow up is all I could think. Fast forward to Friday of that week, my drs office called at 5pm to tell me they had results but I had to come in on Monday.
Sept 16th, the doctor came in with a paper packet and my results. Invasive Ductoral CANcer. He gave us an oncologist's information and sent us on our way. We met with the oncologist 2 days later where we heard a lot of things like "postive numbers" " young and healthy" "shouldnt need treatment" "early stage two" and "you're lucky your son jumped on you". Next day we met with the plastic surgeon. GOD has continued to answer prayers, provide peace and give us good results.
Austin, has handled every single appointment for me. He's handled every phone call, he's jumped on board to help us clean our home, hes taking FMLA to be here to care for me after. He has done a ton of research and asked so many questions at Dr's offices when I only had one. He has written down their answers so when I ask later he can remind me, he has scheduled all my post surgery medicines into our calendar with alarms. He has bought anything and everything Ive said Id need for post surgery. He has prayed over me, prayed with me, listened to me cry, held me, reminded me that I am going to live a long life, spoken life into me and continues to keep me positive, I am so thankful.
•Updated, After meeting with the plastic surgeon we had decided to go with a bilateral mastectomy with a diep flap procedure. A diep flap is basically removing all tissue from my breasts and filling them with stomach tissue, leaving my stomach with a tummy tuck. My surgery was October 24, 2019 and my treatment plan is 5.5 weeks of radiation followed by 10 years of hormone therapy.
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