Is it really safe to breath again?
It is exhausting.
After my mother’s mastectomy two weeks ago, they biopsied her tumor in 19 places. Four of the biopsies turned out to contain micro-invasive cancer while the other 15 were the expected non-invasive DCIS (Ductal carcinoma in situ) cancer her original biopsy had shown.
But now, after a whirlwind of ups and downs, they are telling us that it is over. Yes, over. Yesterday I spend a gut wrenching 3.5 hours at my mother’s oncologist appointment, the majority of which was spent waiting. Oddly enough, her first oncologist appointment will be one of her last. The doctor took us through a mini-lesson on the types of cancer, how they spread, how they are treated, and why options would or would not work in my mother’s case. Then, at the end of his lesson while we were all on pins and needles, he finally wrapped things up by telling us the magic words that my mother’s treatment was done. The micro-invasive cancer was smaller than 1mm and the chances of it spreading were less than 10%. That means no chemo, no radiation, and no hormone therapy.
I can’t even begin to tell you how happy we all are. We have been so loved, supported, and spoiled with cookies and prayers through this whole process. It meant the world to my mother knowing that she had such a strong support team behind her.
I told you mom would kick cancer’s ass.