New hardest thing I've ever had to do: have a normal evening with my darling daughters after Dr. Surgical Oncologist calls with a preliminary diagnosis.
6:04 pm Normal life
6:05 pm Cancer life
6:10 pm Pretend it's still 6:04
The only result she has so far is of the lymph node aspiration, and that was indicative of cancer. It strongly suggests that the lump they biopsied will be cancer. The lump biopsy results will likely be delayed until next week now that we know it is cancer, because they will run extra tests (is it estrogen-receptor positive, for example) to determine all of the markers.
Dr. Surgical Oncologist said the first thing I will have to do is meet with one of her colleagues, a medical oncologist, to discuss the risks of repeated chemotherapy treatments.
Because we will once again start with chemotherapy.
Dr. Surgical Oncologist offered to call Dr. Oncologist tomorrow and discuss my case. I said please and thank you.
I apologize that you are reading this here, because you deserve a phone call, but I lacked the strength. I broke the news to my daddy, then my mommy, and tried to call my other mommy (in law), and then took the easy way out on this here blog. It's too hard.