The long anticipated results came on July 7th, while I was sitting at my desk. When I answered the phone to hear not the nurses voice, but my doctor's voice, on the other end. This was not a good sign. "Hello Jessica, I know it must have been hard waiting so long for these results....as you probably guessed it is a malignant tumor, so we are going to send you to a specialist and get a treatment plan together." Any other time I would have been furious that a doctor would be so calm while giving that kind of news, and on the phone none the less....but not this time. This doctor knew my family history as well as I did, and I am sure, in her mind, it was only a waiting game before this news was given to me. Before hanging up the phone the doctor even offered to help babysit, if I needed it, which I thought was sweet and comical all at the same time. Who's doctor does that? The doctor of a 26 year old single mom who has just been diagnosed with breast cancer I guess. So, what did I do? I hung up the phone and cried my eyes out, right there at my desk...then, I got in my car and drove to go get my kids like any other day. The next couple of weeks were a blur...doctors appointments, talking to family and friends, planning for surgery, and trying to live life normally at the same time. The whole time it felt like an out of body experience, and I guess that is a good thing because it helped get me to the operating room in one piece, without completely losing my mind...well, sort of.
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