Five months ago, on March 24th, while examining a bruise on my right breast (given to me–the bruise, that is–by my very large and playful and obviously undisciplined Rhodesian ridgeback), I felt a lump the size of a grape next to the bruise. Surely this was a hematoma? Yet the lump itself wasn’t discolored, and it seemed too rigid to be a mass of blood. This was on a Saturday night. On Sunday I got up early (I hadn’t slept much, anyway) to find and review my class notes on breast cancer. I also considered, for sanity’s sake, that the lump could be benign. Finally, I told John (my husband of 37 years) and Judi (my best friend) about my discovery. Sunday was a long day for all of us.
My class notes (see Welcome page) reminded me that hormonal cancers express in life cycles of 7 years (for women) and 8 years (for men). I am 63, at the beginning of my 9th life cycle, so no surprise there. The notes outlined the typical etiology of the disease and discussed risk factors and symptoms that, in the main, described my case. This increased my confidence that Chinese medicine has a handle on this disease. (And yes, I did wonder how I’d managed to ignore warning bells during class. And how I had not noticed a lump that large before?! Ah, denial–so much more than a river in Egypt.)
By Monday I was ready to face, well, whatever. First, a quick solo trip to my primary care provider’s office to see a nurse practitioner, who assured me the lump didn’t have to be cancer but got me an appointment right away at the hospital’s cancer center. Judi, a fierce and loyal friend, then stepped onto the conveyer belt with me as I went from one end of the hospital to the other. She took notes, asked great questions, and dared anyone to talk down to me (one resident tried, but he was no match for her). The tour began with The Kind Nurse in Charge of Keeping You Calm and Focused While She Outlined What Would Happen Over the Next Few Days, then moved on to a series of diagnostic suites for mammography, ultrasound, biopsy, and MRI. The radiologist pushed the pathologist to read the biopsy slides asap. Before noon on Friday, the radiologist phoned to say I had two tumors, both malignant and invasive, one ductal and the other lobular. It was quite a week.
The following Monday John and I went to the medical center for a second MRI (the “real one”–the first one being for research only). We were turned away (the scheduling nurse had given me the wrong date–the only glitch so far) and told to return Tuesday evening. After the MRI on Tuesday, I needed a break! I had already signed up for a four-day class on Chinese medicine (not cancer related) in Asheville, NC, so I left Vermont and headed south Wednesday morning.
Back to the hospital on Monday, April 9, for a chest x-ray and blood test to determine whether the cancer had metastasized (happily, it hadn’t) before meeting with the surgeon. First,the surgeon explained that she considered my cancer, due to the size of the larger lump, to be Stage II. But she also thought that blood from the bruise may have seeped into the tumor, enlarging it enough to create a palpable mass (good dog!). She recommended two lumpectomies and a sentinel node biopsy, followed by radiation treatment, and she could schedule the surgery for two days hence. John was there and also took notes and asked questions. The surgeon couldn’t have been more caring and patient with us. Somehow she kept a straight face, not even sputtering in disbelief, when I explained I was going to Seattle in a few weeks to play with my grandson and would use the intervening time to (this just popped into my head unbidden) consult with my waterfall oracles. I’d get back to her in a month about when or whether I was ready for surgery.
The next day I met with an acupuncturist in Burlington, VT who had attended the same cancer classes I had taken with Jeffrey Yuen. I didn’t actually know him, but he had the credentials I was looking for. When a waterfall oracle appeared to me, moments before this first appointment, I knew I’d found the right person for the job. To be continued…