Breast cancer is a fairly common thing in Washington; however, no matter how many statistics you hear or how many of your friends get it, you never expect it to happen to you. The phone call telling you that you have breast cancer still comes as a shock. Well, that was the phone call my family got when my mom got breast cancer a little over eight years ago.
My mom has always been a healthy lady. Any and all who know her personally know that she is quite the health buff. She had literally no risk factors other than her age. Honestly, when she went in for her first mammogram none of us really thought much of it. It was just routine, something everyone has to do.
The next few months following that first check up were not routine. As it turned out, the doctors had found precancerous cells that would progress to full-blown cancer. Surgery and radiation treatments would follow. The scary thing is that my mom originally wanted to wait a year for her first mammogram, I shudder to think what would have happened had the doctors not caught the cancer when they did.
It came as a shock to all of us, but we kept our faith and actually became much closer as a result. To this day I still remember skipping the last class of the day every Friday to accompany my mom to radiation treatments. The receptionists and I struck up a friendship and would proceed to discuss Tolkien and swap recipes every time I would stop by.
After radiation was done my mom was safely and happily in remission. My mom and I proceeded to get involved in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure just about every year, and year after year the tests came back clear. I had gotten used to her going in for her check-ups; I wasn’t as nervous anymore when she went in for her mammogram, it had been a little over eight years after all.
However, after eight years in remission, my mom found a lump. My family and I are now going down this road again. My mom’s a fighter; no one that’s met her can deny that, and I know my family will stay strong through her surgery and treatments, but I’ll admit, I’m scared.
There are times when it’s just me and my thoughts and I play the “what if” game. I’m tired, and I know my family is too. I’m scared and I know they are as well, but going down this path again, while frightening, is not about the fear; it’s about how you keep faith and stay standing. My mom’s surgery is slated for the 14th of this month. People tell me that when dealing with something like this you have to take it one day at a time, but I’ve found that it’s not one day at a time; you take things moment by moment.
*Swan Song by Robert MaCammon.