3. Bad news
Monday May 21st was when I received the dreaded diagnosis- grade II, stage IIb invasive ductal cell carcinoma. I remember writing down the information my OB so gently expressed over the phone and retaining composure by the nurses' station. I looked up at my friend Pinky across the way; she had an apprehensive expression on her face with bated breath. Instantly a wave of sadness overcame me, and the only escape was the restroom. This was my safe space. After the crying and shaking abated, I was able to update Dad and other loved ones. When I opened the door, Pinky was there. Who knew that such a tiny person could give such big hugs?!
Moments later Carolyn aka Mama C made some magic happen. She contacted one of our current chiefs, Jonathan, who so graciously helped with scheduling an oncologist and directing me to answer the "what do I do now?" questions. These three guys were my "medical first responders," and I'm forever grateful for them. They truly have hearts of gold.
Moments later Carolyn aka Mama C made some magic happen. She contacted one of our current chiefs, Jonathan, who so graciously helped with scheduling an oncologist and directing me to answer the "what do I do now?" questions. These three guys were my "medical first responders," and I'm forever grateful for them. They truly have hearts of gold.
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