From the time I was 12 I knew that one day I would be diagnosed with breast cancer. You see this was when I lost my favorite aunt, Elyse to the disease. My aunt was everything I wanted to be. She was smart funny beautiful and only 27 years old. She was my mothers younger sister and had a two year old son at the time. This was 26 years ago. I remember her being sick and seeing her radiation burns..they looked like tire tracks on the top of her chest. She had had a double mastectomy, chemo and radiation but two years after diagnosis it had metastisized to her brain. My mother also has a twin sister who has 3 daughters. I always said I would be the one to get cancer. It was never really a fear...more of an observation.
I found my first lump in 1984 when I was 18 years old. The doctor was unable to get anything from a needle biopsy because of where it was located, directly behind my nipple. So off I went for a lumpectomy to find it was only a cyst. This started the cycle of lumpectomy after lumpectomy. By 1995 I had had 5 lumpectomies. Three determined cysts, the last two were called benign tumors. All of them were in the same spot. I'm thinking now, the time is coming. My husband would joke.."they should just put a zipper in next time". After the last surgery my incision would not heal. As soon as the skin would fuse together an infection would start and break the incision open again. After operating again and MRIs my doctor was stumped as to why it would not heal. This lasted for two years. I spent these two years continually packing the wound and wearing gauze on my breast. In April of 1997 I became pregnant. I don't know if it was the shift in my hormones or what but the infection just went away. In January of 1998 I had my beautiful boy and was able to breast feed but only with one breast..the healthy one.
In September of 2002 that same old lump was back. I called to make an appointment with my gynecologist. He was out of town, but I could see another doctor. So I made the appointment. The doctor I saw, Dr. Morse was very young and a new doctor. She examined my breasts and said she couldn't feel anything. I kept saying its there, I feel it. Obviously a little perturbed that I was questioning her abilities..she said "well I guess you know your body then, I'll send you for a mammogram". I went for my mammogram a week later. And guess what? I really didn't know my body that well at all..or maybe I was just so concerned with my same old lump that I completely neglected to check out any other part of my breast. The mammogram showed the same old lump as well as another one on the same breast higher up closer to my collarbone. When the technician showed me where I felt it. My God it was right at the skin surface you could slightly see it when looking in the mirror. How could I have missed that??? Dr. Morse gave me a full breast exam..how could she have missed that???
I was then referred to a surgeon, Dr. Tsushima. I liked him immediately..but gosh he was just a boy. Okay he is 35 (I had to ask him-he looks about 20). Now I am feeling terribly old. He tries to aspirate both lumps to no avail. He schedules me for surgery on or around October 11th. He decides to remove both lumps entirely. He also tells me that it is highly unlikely that it is cancer. I have already shown a history of being cystic.
On October 17th I call his office to see if the results are in. The nurse says "oh yes they are hang on a second" She gets back on the line and says "Oh Laurel, they aren't in yet, but they will be tomorrow why don't you just come in at 2:00pm and meet with Dr. T. Bullshit!!!! I say okay thanks and call my husband. Brandon tells me to call my primary and demand the results they are there!!! I tell him okay and hang up. Here is where my fabulous dealing skills become known to me. After a few minutes of sitting at my desk, I call my husband back and tell him.."look we will go see Dr. T tomorrow let me not have cancer for one more day"....and I didn't..for one more day....