On August 26th I was to meet my surgeon. I already knew what kind of cancer I had. I had (ICD) Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. It was a grade 2, estrogen positive and her 2- (not protein fed). I didn't really understand the lingo, so I read into it more.
Estrogen + means it feeds off the estrogen in my body
Grade 2 is how it mutates, where mine is a bit slower growing. Not as slow as a grade 1, but still slower.
Her2- means mine does not grow off protein. I wish I knew more about this, but I only knew the prognosis was good. Nobody wants to hear they have cancer, but once they do they get as educated as they can.
After meeting Dr. Rothwell (my surgeon) and his wonderful team, I was relieved to hear that they were amazed I was able to discover my Tumor. It was biopsied at a 1.3cm lump. I explained to them that it was in beautiful Osoyoos where I discovered it. All they kept saying was..."good on ya girl!" and all I kept whispering to myself was.... "thanks for looking out for me dad!"
Once the Surgeon felt around and such he sat me and Tim down to discuss the options. He said because of the small size he would rather do a lumpectomy and went on to say 80% of women with such a small lump opt for this procedure. Ultimately, it was my decision and could decide a few days before the surgery if I was to choose a mastectomy instead. I think after seeing the surgeon, I felt a little relief. Neither Tim or myself slept the nights leading up to that appointment. It was and still very much is a frightening place to be. At this point the stress was alleviated..... for now. All I wanted was to get this damn cancer out of me!!
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