Today I met with my surgeon. The official diagnosis is stage 2 invasive ductal carcinoma. Do you know how many times I’ve had to text that out in my phone already and it’s only 9:30am? Siri’s gonna be so good with the autocorrect now.
The treatment plan is 5 months of chemo, a double mastectomy, and radiation. Later this week I’ll meet with a new doctor, next week I’ll have my chemo port put in, and then I’ll get genetic testing done. This is moving a lot quicker than I want it to, which means it’s real. I’m a slow processor, I’m very calculated with my decisions. I’m like Rory from Gilmore Girls, I need to make a pro and con list for everything in life, including the $12 shirt from forever21. I don’t know how I’m supposed to process all of this, AND then make a decision so quickly. It’s not the cancer that’s scaring me, it’s the chemo and treatment.
Good thing they gave me a manual to help me with all my decisions.