So what do you do when something that is going on is not a secret, but you don’t want to walk around saying it all the time? I’ve been rolling thoughts in my head for over month that rotate between Meredith, Dad, Mom, Brad, Bridget, Sam, Dad, Meredith, David, Me, Wine, Hedgehogs, Meredith, Sam…etc. Even now, I’m having trouble writing about this. I hear Mom in my head constantly – the secret to writing is to write. That’s it. So the secret to telling is to tell. Correct?
It would probably be awkward to walk around saying, “Hi, my sister and I both have the exact same type of cancer.” Double Boo.
So I’ll write it out. After Meredith was diagnosed in Feburary (sigh, still sucks). I decided to move up my yearly Well Woman exam from my normal June to immediately. The logic behind that was to get it out of the way so I could have as much free time as possible to make the trek up to Bethesda to help out at the Brelo household. I do my self exams faithfully and at the Dr. appointment, there was nothing to be felt. Off to the Mammogram a few days later. Call back. Eh – it happens – I have scar tissue from my reduction in 1994 (also not a secret). HOWEVER, I haven’t been called back in a long time – digital imaging has pretty much eliminated that need. But still, it could be nothing. Right? I mean Meredith JUST got diagnosed, that would be …ok..I’m not going to say it because I don’t want to jinx it. I watch them find the spot on the ultrasound and measure it out – my stomach turns. My brain knows it could be just a cyst or a fibriod, but with my family history…well, shit. Another phone call…we need you to come in for the biopsy. Biopsy (actually 2, they did a lymph node as well) – done – and there you go. Stage I – no lymph involvement. Turns out to be Triple Negative – just like my little sister.
So that’s it. The beginning of a new adventure. I’m now in the process of “what next” at MD Anderson. Meredith and I are already planning our trip to Disney World next year.
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