Not the News We Wanted . . .

. . . or "The Start of My Cancer Journey"

Around the beginning of June (or maybe the end of May) I found a lump in my breast.  We decided to give it a week or two, to make sure that it didn't change, and when it didn't I went to the doctor.  I had an ultrasound done, and the radiologist recommend, based on what she was seeing, that I have a mammogram and a biopsy done.  So I had both done that day.  That was June 19th and I new once she started the ultrasound that it was cancer.

This past Tuesday I had a lumpectomy and sentinel node removal.  We got the results back yesterday evening.  Unfortunately, our plans for healing from surgery and then six weeks of radiation have been slightly thwarted.  The margins weren't clear, so I will have to have additional surgery.  I have opted to have an MRI done first, just to help keep there from being any new surprises.

I think that I'm taking the news pretty well.  At least right now I am.  Talk to me in five minutes and that might be a different story.  I'm scared, I'm sad, I'm slightly angry, but I'm holding on to the fact that God is good.  And I will thank Him, and praise Him, even in the hard things.  Not perfectly, and yes, I ask why.

I said in my last post that the Lord's timing is perfect and shortly before I was diagnosed I discovered a wonderful song called The King of Love My Shepherd Is.  It has become one of my rocks that I cling to when the scariness of this disease threatens to over take me.  It's an old hymn, but one that I have only recently discovered.