Sunday, August 15, 2010
July 28, 2010 was to be a regular yearly mamogram. My doctors and I had been following what we thought was "cystic tissue" since March. My radiologist didn't like the results of my mamogram, so he performed an ultrasound, and then a biopsy. He braced me for bad news which came the following day. My biopsies had tested positive for breast cancer. I am 42, married with two small children. I had just graduated from my master's program in school psychology and was looking for work. I had no idea I was to embark upon a 12 month journey following in the footsteps of too many remarkable women before me.