Man, this is so awful :(
I just had my breast removed due to the pre-stages to breast cancer. It is genuinely so scary how fast these things grow. There was basically nothing wrong with my breast in January and by Spring, I went to the doctor for an unrelated check and casually asked him to take a look at this small lump in my breast. He said it seemed like nothing more than some hormonal changes and that’s what I thought as well, but he referred me to get a mammogram “just to be safe”. I got an appointment for February 2027 and was like “cool, I’ll wait”. The hospital called me sometime later and told me they wanted to offer me an appointment at a private clinic asap because the public mammogram section of the hospital was overbooked. I agreed and went in June. They weren’t able to see that anything was wrong, but decided to do a biopsy anyway, “just to be safe”. They told me, I would get the results in five weeks. Only two weeks passed and then they called me and told me they had found pre-stage cancer cells in my breast.
That was such a shitty day, ngl. I was very upset. They wanted to do further tests to see how much the cells had evolved so that they could see if they could preserve my breast or if they had to remove it entirely. MRI scans and all that shit. There were two lumps and together they were 11cm long. There was NOTHING in January and by June there was an 11cm growth. So fucked.
They had to remove my breast and they did in the beginning of July. It literally saved my life. There were no signs of the cells having evolved to cancer and nothing had spread to my lymphnodes. The doctor who gave us the good news told me that I had saved my life by catching it so early, because this would have been so bad if it had been left to grow much longer. It was all stupid luck and convenient coincidences. I could have ended up like Lucy so easily because everyone, even the pros thought that it was nothing more than some hormonal changes.
It hasn’t really hit me just how fucking serious this was, but reading stories like Lucy’s is devastating. Like, why couldn’t she have had my stupid luck and gotten an operation before it spread like this? Why did she have to end up in this situation? Why not me? It must have been so friggin aggressive, that it could get to this point. Or maybe she just didn’t notice because she was busy and, much like I, thought that her hormones were being silly? People don’t understand how quickly this shit develops out of nothing. It’s so unfair to Lucy. She’s always seemed like such a lovely lady and she’s very funny and likable. She doesn’t deserve this fate. :(
Edit: forgot to add, that it is so true, what she says about how it is much harder on the family than it is on the sick person. That is also how I felt during my situation. My siblings were sick with worry and one of them has had a few therapy appointments because it hit them so hard. Meanwhile, I was somewhat at peace with it all. The only thing I could barely handle to think about was the scenario of my boyfriend coming home to our little house after everything was over and funeral was done and all the practical shit was over and he’d just be there, surrounded by the life we built together. All alone. I still can’t think about that without crying. That hurts so badly to think that I could have done that to him.
Man, this is so awful :( I just had my breast removed due to the pre-stages to breast cancer. It is genuinely so scary how fast these things grow. There was basically nothing wrong with my breast in January and by Spring, I went to the doctor for an unrelated check and casually asked him to take a look at this small lump in my breast. He said it seemed like nothing more than some hormonal changes and that’s what I thought as well, but he referred me to get a mammogram “just to be safe”. I got an appointment for February 2027 and was like “cool, I’ll wait”. The hospital called me sometime later and told me they wanted to offer me an appointment at a private clinic asap because the public mammogram section of the hospital was overbooked. I agreed and went in June. They weren’t able to see that anything was wrong, but decided to do a biopsy anyway, “just to be safe”. They told me, I would get the results in five weeks. Only two weeks passed and then they called me and told me they had found pre-stage cancer cells in my breast.
That was such a shitty day, ngl. I was very upset. They wanted to do further tests to see how much the cells had evolved so that they could see if they could preserve my breast or if they had to remove it entirely. MRI scans and all that shit. There were two lumps and together they were 11cm long. There was NOTHING in January and by June there was an 11cm growth. So fucked.
They had to remove my breast and they did in the beginning of July. It literally saved my life. There were no signs of the cells having evolved to cancer and nothing had spread to my lymphnodes. The doctor who gave us the good news told me that I had saved my life by catching it so early, because this would have been so bad if it had been left to grow much longer. It was all stupid luck and convenient coincidences. I could have ended up like Lucy so easily because everyone, even the pros thought that it was nothing more than some hormonal changes.
It hasn’t really hit me just how fucking serious this was, but reading stories like Lucy’s is devastating. Like, why couldn’t she have had my stupid luck and gotten an operation before it spread like this? Why did she have to end up in this situation? Why not me? It must have been so friggin aggressive, that it could get to this point. Or maybe she just didn’t notice because she was busy and, much like I, thought that her hormones were being silly? People don’t understand how quickly this shit develops out of nothing. It’s so unfair to Lucy. She’s always seemed like such a lovely lady and she’s very funny and likable. She doesn’t deserve this fate. :(
Edit: forgot to add, that it is so true, what she says about how it is much harder on the family than it is on the sick person. That is also how I felt during my situation. My siblings were sick with worry and one of them has had a few therapy appointments because it hit them so hard. Meanwhile, I was somewhat at peace with it all. The only thing I could barely handle to think about was the scenario of my boyfriend coming home to our little house after everything was over and funeral was done and all the practical shit was over and he’d just be there, surrounded by the life we built together. All alone. I still can’t think about that without crying. That hurts so badly to think that I could have done that to him.