There’s no jolt of caffeine or energy that can mimic the adrenaline that courses through you when you see the Little Red “I” Notification.
A new test result.
It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since my diagnosis, but it has— and that makes it time for another mammogram. I’m only 12 weeks out from my last surgery, and still have one infusion of Herceptin left, and still have 5 years of aromatase inhibitors to take. And yet- it’s time.
This time it’s a 3-D mammogram (and it’s right breast only, since I had a mastectomy and implant on the left). The appointment took just 10 minutes. And then I put it out of my head for days. Packaged it neatly in that little box in my brain marked, “Panic! Cancer-related info.”
Then the day comes and there’s a little red “1” on the medical app. Heart racing, brain spinning. I think, “am I ready for this? Please please please, no cancer.” And I open the notice.
I quickly scan, looks ok. Read more thoroughly. It’s good news. No cancer. And that’s where I stop for today.
