As some of you know, I had a mastectomy in February, 2012. I lost a breast and some lymph nodes. I was lucky. The cancer that was found was more a pre-cancer, staged at 0 because it was completely contained within the milk ducts of my breast. It’s called DCIS — ductal carcinoma in situ (sy-too). Unfortunately, it was diffuse throughout my breast and a lumpectomy wasn’t going to take care of it. On the plus side, I didn’t have to have radiation or chemo.
So every year, about this time, I have to get a mammogram on my remaining breast. Which invariably stresses me out beyond belief. I’m in a higher risk group for an invasive cancer, now, thanks to the cooties I had in my no-longer-extant breast. Every check-up thus freaks me the *%&# out. I try not to let it get to me, but it does.