As many of you know, my husband, Dave, has been battling Myxoid Liposarcoma since July 15, 2008. He went through 6 horrific rounds of intensive chemotherapy, 25 rounds of radiation and Wednesday, March 11th, will undergo surgery to remove what's left of the tumor on his left thigh. He has been blogging about his journey and it's been amazing to see how he's reached so many people. He really did an amazing job enduring the chemotherapy, something I don't know if I could even go through. We're fortunate to live in the Atlanta area where there are specialists that deal with this rare cancer...he's got some of the best oncologists taking care of him and for that, we're so grateful.
Being Dave's wife, caregiver and a mother of two boys, Bryce, 10 and Kyle 7 1/2, has kept me quite busy, to say the least. I went in for my annual exam, October 28th, where my GYN gave me the orders to get my annual mammogram. My doctor did the usual exam, PAP smear, breast exam, etc. Everything appeared normal, my doctor was happy that I had lost weight, about 35 pounds and everything seemed fine, especially with everything I had been dealing with Dave.
For some reason, I put scheduling the mammogram off, kept telling myself that I'd get to it when things slowed down, but deep down inside, I was scared. I have had only 2 previous mammograms, never had a problem with my breasts, don't have "dense" or "lumpy" breasts and I didn't think any of it by waiting...I vaguely remember soaping up in the shower and doing a quick self exam in January and in the back of my mind thinking I had felt "something" on my right breast, but I was quick to put it out of my mind, not wanting to deal with the fact that I may have something that needed attention. I think with everything I was going through with Dave, I just couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that something else could be going on. I did get on the phone though and scheduled my mammogram, for February 12th, 2009.
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