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On a Wednesday, in mid June, I felt an egg shaped lump on the top of my right breast. I just knew it was cancer. I went immediately to my doctor. He scheduled a mammogram for Friday. As I was preparing to leave the tech called me back in and said they had to do another one. This happened three times when finally they said your doctor will have the results on Monday. By the time I had walked the ten blocks home there was a message waiting for me to proceed to his office.
An appointment was set one week later with a surgeon who shall be referred to as "dr doom" At this point I had just found out I was pregnant. When told he began his you are going to die sermon. He continuously told me that it was useless to carry and I should be preparing my son at home for my DEATH. There was not a positive word from him. He scheduled a lumpectomy for September 8th. My sister and I were waiting for the results when he told me that I had grade three cancer and I was going to die. I asked him if I could go home as I was suffering greatly with morning sickness.
He set an appointment with another doctor whom I shall refer to as "dr gloom" He was no better with his dire predictions. I could take it no more so I asked him if he was the Messiah and what right did he have to tell me I was going to DIE!! I slapped my hand down on his desk and told him to take the damm tit and hang it on his wall! The look on his face as well as that on my husbands was priceless. I almost started to giggle. The mastectomy was set for October 2. When I came to I asked the nurse if I was still pregnant upon hearing yes immediately went into shock. I was released the next day. I was told the cancer was contained to the tumor and out of the 19 lymph nodes that were take 0% were infected.
I delivered a healthy baby boy in February and set the appointments like promised. This time I was prepared with information on the cancerous pregnant woman. He asked me what I was doing there basically a wasted trip he was angry and when I handed him the papers he tossed them in the trash.
A few months later when I saw my family doc I asked him if there was a test I could have that would tell me if I was still cancerous he was shocked that no follow up was done and immediately set me up with the cancer clinic. Where a very amazed oncologist watched as I proceeded to nurse my infant. I have gone on to have two more babies in between CT scans mris and a few other tests. I have been blessed with a positive attitude and a very bizarre sense of humour and a strong sense of faith and it was these that kept my self and friends strong throughout this whole ordeal.
dtie