Cinco de Mayo will be a different commemoration for me from now on. It will be the anniversary of the day I found out I have breast cancer.
I took the news pretty well. The radiologist's reaction to my ultrasound was pretty confident in that result, so I had already had my breakdown after that appointment and assumed the worst. My friends, as usual, were rock stars. The high school girls came over and made tacos for dinner and consolation. And, thankfully, I didn't have to put on a brave face for my babies. After 4-1/2 months, the kids had finally gone back to stay at their dad's.
Next step is an appointment with the surgeon next week. That will be a hard day, I'm sure. Luckily, another friend, T, who just went through this last year, is going with me. Blessings in the darkness for sure.
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