It was July of 2003, things were going fine. I had scheduled a mammogram during my vacation week. At the same time I was redoing my bathroom floor. I had the mammogram, did not leave the radiologist's office, had an ultrasound on the lump, next day biopsy and that Friday....the dreaded words. It is cancer.
Short version....lumpectomy, chemo A/C, taxol, mastectomy, put into menopause and reconstruction....
Now here we are, three weeks before my 40th and I have found out that my cancer has metasisized. I have a spot on my lung, a couple spots on my liver and one on the vertabrae.
Happy Birthday to ME!
