It’s four hours until I see the breast cancer specialist. What can I say other than I am truly scared. Oh last time I had breast cancer I wasn’t scared. I was beyond petrified of the damage done to my breast. At age 49 what mattered was vanity. Today I value my life over a breast.
I don’t know why. I don’t know it was my frame of mind? my age? (then-49) (now-61). I still have a lot of life to live. I guess I have to wait and see…….
Maybe this was just a scare. To show me to get the mammogram/MRI done when it is due. The pandemic certainly played a role with my delay getting screening done. Also having appendicitis delayed screening even further.
SO NOW I PLAY THE WAITING GAME.