Told Oldest Son and Youngest Son.
I have breast cancer. The good kind. The kind that does not kill you. Totally treatable.
- DCIS - Ductal Carcinoma In Sutra
- Intermediate to High Grade
- Found in routine mammogram with follow up stereotactic biopsy
Most information has been collected. No more tests needed. Decision time. Suspect I will once again choose a path less traveled.
So I will talk with all my amazing advisers who are also my friends and many are doctors. I will talk with my family. I will likely schedule "something" for the week of January 7th.
From December 23rd to January 3rd, I will reflect on my decision in Israel (where better?) I will come to peace with that decision.
I will approach with humor and learning. As I told Oldest Son and Youngest Son last night, they got tickled as I talked about my breasts and lumpectomies. We all three laughed and smirked at each other. I can always depend on my 10 and 12 year old boys to provide perspective.
Youngest Son also asked "you are not going to die are you?"
"No sweetheart, I will be just fine."
All is safe in the world of those precious boys.